eight, as I embarked on what I knew was going to be a long day's work.
However, I was not prepared for what would prove to be a day of
various problems with data and stuff, meaning that I didn't get away
from the office until well after midnight. Perhaps I shouldn't have
cancelled my hotel booking. I'm just about the only sober person for
miles around. The hen party going home, two carriages up, are by far
the scariest of the passengers on this two o'clock to Bletchley, with
connecting bus service to Milton Keynes. And unfortunately, I think
I'll be on the same train I would have been on if I'd picked it up at
Euston at 05.25. Goodnight all.