This morning I arrived at my local train station on time, for a change. The train was scheduled for 7.16, though it was inevitably cancelled.
It’s been twenty minutes and I still have two minutes to wait. My feet are freezing.
The only positive thought I have, is a full moon glowing beautifully across the platform and the possibility that a werewolf might put me out my misery.
Sympathy to those slaving away on Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas you filthy animals!