Lack of lactose

25th

I got up ridiculously early this morning.  It's not like i had a choice in the matter.  

Just so you know, this is going to be post purely containing my moaning.

I started the day off well, by burning my toe on my hair straighteners.  It didn't hurt at first, but now it's killing.

I got the train from Headingley to Leeds.  It was packed and the conductor didn't come round to collect my fare, which is such an inconvenience because you need a ticket to actually leave the station.  Thankfully I managed to collar an unsuspecting conductor, who kindly took my fare and printed me a ticket.

I smiled rather smugly, feeling very pleased with myself that I didn't have to queue with the swarm of office-working commuters, as I walked past.

Just to piss me off, I had to pay £80 to change my original train ticket to London to an earlier one (sorry Domino).  I must stress at this point, that this was not my fault.  Even though I am terribly dis organised.  It felt good that it was someone else's fault for a change.

I bought myself a soya latte (and a caramel macchiato, for the man in my life).  Lactose is so last week.  Got on the train, found a table seat next to the window, so I could wave at Doncaster on the way by.

The train conductor kept making a patronising point of announcing to his passengers to NOT leave any luggage or personal belongings behind.  As much as I find this patronising, I did leave my massive red bag on the train the other - it only contained me LIFE.

So I guess he does have a point.