Britain's train system is slowly and surely trying to emotionally kill me!! actually i'll probably die sooner from pneumonia due to the ridiculous amount of time they leave me standing in the cold. Yesterday after a long and lovely day of shopping (in killer high-heeled boots may i add) my mum and I attempted to get home... but no the train demons were against us. After missing one train we decided a necessary glass of wine was in order, the next train didn't stop at our station as it usually does, so we finally (an hour later) boarded our train. But no... after fifteen minutes our journey, happiness and warmth ended with one of those terrible announcements telling you the next stop is your last!!.... and so we disembarked onto a cold, empty platform, miles and miles from our house at 9 in the evening, when we would be much rather sat at home contemplating our day's purchases over pizza and wine. after waiting in the cold for what seemed like forever, i found myself going a little crazy from the artic temperatures and started mumbling about making my own mulled wine, if we ever made it to the sanctuary of our kitchen, as i was hopping around rubbing my legs together for warmth, which im sure looked like i needed the toilet. after an hour long bus journey with screaming teens playing hard core trance music on their mobiles, we FINALLY got home and i grabbed the bottle of red to start attempting my mulled wine hee hee hee...

so as you can guess, i was not best pleased with trains. but oh no.... nothing could prepare me for the onset slaughter of what the trains were going to do to me this morning! woke up to the online news (i know im extremely sad and check my trains) that there was no first train for me to get to work. then attempted to drive to another station.. got lost.. drove around then ran around like a lunatic trying to find it.. got some strange looks.. missed the train.. got another train.. it stopped randomly 5 minutes from work and wouldn't proceed for half an hour.. considerate (cough) train people left the doors of the train open for the 30 minutes so i fretted and freezed and tried to call work telling them i'd be late and wouldn't know if i'd actually arrived anytime in the next 24 hours unless i could get off the stupid train. arrived at work finnnallllyyy very very late, resembled a frozen snowmen with a bright red nose, out of breath from hurrying from the train station. i stood around with a cup of tea and my back against the oven for the majority of the day, attempting to get some circulation back into my poor body.

i think, contemplating my last three days of serious low body temperatures and horrendous, traumatising train journeys (or lack of journeying) i think i have reached the conclusion that alcohol is the answer! On friday i braved the chill outside with sangria and cava at my spanish party and after finding out my train wasn't for half hour, chose a cosmopolitan in a packed out bar rather than waiting in the cold. as i said, last night saw glasses of white as i propped up my high-heeled, weary legs at the bar and dreamt of homemade mulled wine. so now that im home from my horrible horrible day, im warming myself up with red wine, my lovely friend, a christmas tree to decorate and a roast dinner on its way.....