My hotel room

I really do hate First Great Western trains. There is such a lack of communication once you step onto the blinkin' thing. We were at a stand still outside Reading for ages before we had any sort of explanation. Then the bored voice came back again a few seconds later to tell us that the train would be terminating at Reading. All well and good, but I had to get to London Paddington. The standard replacement bus service was nowhere to be seen, but we could get the train to London Waterloo (via every village in Surrey). The 30 min journey was now an hour longer. Joy! Apart from an hour and a half stop in Cardiff for lunch I'd been travelling since 10:45. I got to my hotel in London at 21:10. Even when I was an undergrad here the journey was never that long!

Hotel is lovely, shame I'm only here for one night. The woes of the day were eased quite considerably after chips and chocolate brownies from room service. I am easily pleased!