Ever get the feeling...

... someone is trying to tell you to stay in bed? Yesterday morning, I was tired when I woke up, but I persevered - and then as I got my bike out of the shed, the heavens opened. And I forgot I now own a pair of waterproof trousers, so I had soggy jeans cycling to the station and back. Today, I cycled like mad to make the 9:50 train - only to find that it's the 9:45 train now, and in any case, it was cancelled. So I had to go the long way round (via Leeds and Wakefield) and I got some more sleep. But I think the train manager has given me a single ticket, not a day return - and I have a sneaking suspicion she's undercharged me anyway.

Fun with trains, anyone?