Holy crap!
Over nine hours of delayed train journeys today, just to get to the office and back.
Work was a heap of crap, too.
I'm trashed, emotionally and physically.
I'm just in the door and I'm going to crawl up the stairs and dump the wreckage of myself on the bed.
Tomorrow promises the same, so I'll have to catch up on all your blogs on Wednesday when - hoo-fucking-rah - I'll be working from home.
8 comments:
9 HOURS on the train? Good lord, shouldn't a person be able to get from London to EDINBURGH in that amount of time?
I can get from here to Portugal, back here again and then fly back to Portugal in that time, Kate, which begs the question, why the hell don't I?
And I can't sleep after all that so I have come back downstairs to drink myself into a stupor.
I'll wait until I'm sober again before I go visit people's blogs, though.
i think you should always work from home and only go in to london on monday, sugar! xoxox
9 hours is a day's work in itself! Hope you had a restful snooze.
What a drag! I hope you got a decent night's sleep are are ready to face it all again. I will never EVER complain about my commute because if need be I could walk a few miles to the bay and swim to San Francisco in less than 9 hours!
Sorry to hear you had such a crappy day and are now a wreckage. Here's to Wednesday.
Crikey, Dive, that's simply not British !
Savannah: If ONLY!!!
Istvanski: Nope. It's Wednesday and I'm still pretty trashed.
Katie: Okay, make me feel even MORE jealous, why don't you? Hee hee.
Robyn: Yup. Wednesday is better.
Monsieur B: I'm afraid it is all too British.
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