storbarnsförälder

I left the house yesterday morning at 07:50 because there's an 07:57 train from Reading West to Reading, which is where the bus goes from. So I got to Reading West Station and checked the platform electronic display: Next train the 07:57 due at 08:00. So I bought my ticket from the machine and waited for the train.

The train vanished from the display without having arrived at about 08:10. So I walked to the main train station and got there about 08:30, found the bus stop, checked the timetable, and asked the driver (getting off the bus, turning off his lights, etc) "Is this the eight-fifty?"

"No. They're cancelled today."

So I got a taxi, and made him let me out when it became obvious that we'd spent twenty minutes doing a ten-minute journey in no traffic at all. I paid him and fled to phone Rob, because the taxi driver said "You can't get out here, it's a three to five mile walk!"

Rob checked Google Maps and, as I had expected, I was very close indeed - about five hundred feet. Also, the buses were running, because I saw one.

So I arrived ready for my class. Seething, upset, and feeling like a total idiot, but ready.

And then I had coffee and a banana and settled down to wait for everyone else to arrive. After all that, I was early.