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I was back at work today, and so needed to be up early. But I ended up going to bed late last night.

At 3.50am Bailey woke me up, patting my face with her (very cold) paw, to let me know that she'd just come in and was feeling cold. Get over it, cat, you're made of fur, dammit. But I couldn't get back to sleep again. Bailey, of course, was asleep within seconds of curling up next to me. Then she snored.

It was a freezing walk to the station, and I'd just missed a train. I had to wait 18 minutes for the next one. The waiting room was locked. As the train left Snaresbrook station, it stopped, and the driver came over the PA to say that all trains were terminating at Leytonstone because of 'a person under a train' at Stratford. The whole Central Line was suspended.

So after waiting a few minutes we moved on towards Leytonstone (the next station) but stopped outside the station. There are two branches of the line which converge at Leytonstone, and four trains from the other branch went ahead of ours.

So I was turfed off the train at Leytonstone, and went up to the bus stop. There were probably 200 people there and as the bus came in, people surged forward. Ugh! No thanks. It was survival of the fittest, and I could tell that I wouldn't get on this, or probably any of the next five buses.

I decided to walk to Stratford, with my little wheely case full of files. It's two and a half miles. That's on top of the mile I walked to my station earlier on.

So, after setting off at 6am, I finally got to the office at 8.30. Freezing cold, tired, hungry. Only chocolate would do.

Then, coming home this evening I had to stand all the way, whilst the available seats were occupied by children (who travel for free).

*Deletes get-off-my-lawn-y rant about 'when I was a kid we weren't allowed to ...'*

The walk home was a trudge.

I am absolutely bone weary.

Send me a bunny.