This morning everything seemed to be conspiring to make me a little late leaving the house. I'd forgotten my mobile phone, then my ultrasound referral, I've left a light on.
I ended up missing my normal train by a few minutes. Would I drive down to Blaxland at speed, hoping to overtake that train and board it there? Nah, I could't be arsed - especially when there was a good chance I wouldn't catch it by Blaxland anyways.
I resigned myself to waiting another 15 minutes at Faulconbridge and being 10 minutes late for work.
I was very surprised when an eastbound train approached when I'd been waiting on the platform for less than a minute, The stationmaster told me that was the train I'd thought I'd missed - it was running late. The train I had actually missed was the next one running early.
So now I'm on a pleasantly empty train. It's making good time as it skips the smaller stops as it tries make up lost time.
If I hadn't been running late, I would have been a crowded train having a fairly miserable journey. That's happening many times before. Today I managed to find the silver lining in today's train schedule fuckups.
