I've started wimping out and taking the car to the train station now Ross's shift pattern is a little less demanding and my sleep pattern is a little more erratic. I was glad of the wheels this morning when I drove up at 0730 to discover a random extra train already pulling away and all regular services cancelled due to a power fault in some nowhere town halfway to somewhere. (Bishopriggs, if you care.)
No problem. I just drove home, did a decent run (40 mins) around the woods and roads of Glenboig and then showered, ate, and repacked my stuff into a smaller bag. I figured by then Scotrail would have fixed the fault and the Traveline assured me they had. But no. Gartcosh train station, now emptied of angry commuters, had filled up again with pissed off day-trippers. I waited with them for another half an hour as a disembodied voice on the tannoy assured us a train was coming "soon."
They did apologise, a lot.
After lots of boring train malarkey I eventually arrived at work an hour and a half late. I was tempted to do a bit of shopping and round it up to two hours but I dragged myself in. Just another day in the central belt. But one with another run notched into it, which made it okay.
Oh, I nearly forgot. What made it better than okay was the cheque waiting for me on the doorstep for over three grand. If that doesn't bounce I'll be a happy lady, it's payment for some video work I did way back before the wedding. The freelance life is about as regular as Scotrail, but thankfully much more interesting.
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