Last night I was so excited to be out of work and to the station earlier than usual that I got on the wrong train. In my defense, some of the Worcester trains do stop at Oxford. But this one didn't. Oooops!


Thankfully there was none of that silliness tonight, and I managed to get home in time to watch G make me pancakes. I helped my squeezing lemons, eating cheese and criticising his pancake flipping technique.