Not in the brochure

[caddyman]

After another cheery commute from Ilford – I missed my usual train through dawdling – my own fault; but the fact that National Express replaced the next train, usually a 12 carriage with a 4 carriage train that even an anorexic sardine couldn’t board, I was triumphally late into the office this morning. My boss was okay about it as I’d emailed her from the station, but my boss’s boss gave me a sour look when I got in, though he seems to have thawed since.

I have decided that my best recourse is to redouble my efforts to win the jackpot on the lottery. In addition to requiring some quite astounding luck, this is probably more likely if I actually buy a lottery ticket.

This commute and the perils it entails, was quite definitely not in the brochure.