Gotta love doing nearly a full day of work, a 90 min commute to north London for a 3 hour shorthand lesson, the sodding works at Charing Cross meaning you miss your half hourly train home by 1 minute (turning your 90 min journey home into 2 hours), and then having the train you’re finally on stop 2 minutes outside your hometown because a motherfucking cunt of a freight train driver has gone the wrong way, blocked your platform, and made you wait 40 minutes while the train crew changes their minds about the next course of action on 3 occasions (making your parents angrier and angrier as you give them conflicting instructions).
All this on a day when I was already absolutely exhausted and have a cold. Feel horrific. And a full day of work tomorrow too!