In training again

The good news is that I don’t have to get onto the train until one in the afternoon. The bad news is that I’m not going to get home until nine at night. And unless I’ve managed to be SUPER ORGANISED on Saturday, there won’t be any picnic to pass the time, or take my mind off all the dreadfully embarrassing things other people did last night. My conscience will be clear as a newborn lambs, of course. I’ll have been on apple juice and mineral water all night. Ahem…

So it’ll just be me, a hangover and an eight hour train trip. I’m sure I’ll be able to pick up a book for the way back. If not, it’ll just have to be sleeping on the shoulder of whoever’s in the next seat, snoring and drooling into their collar. Lucky soul.