It's been "one of those days"

I take back everything I said in my last blog about the train companies. They're fucking useless.

When I bought my ticket on Friday they failed to mention the little fact that there was engineering work on the lines between Reading and Newbury and between Birmingham and Aberystwyth. Only two thirds of my journey. An easy mistake to make, I'm sure. As a result I had to come home today - Monday.

The train out of Newbury was delayed by 5 minutes this afternoon to allow a faster train to pass. As a result we were delayed by 5 minutes later on in the journey. This meant that I missed the connection to Birmingham, which meant I missed my connection to Aberystwyth, which meant I had a 2 hour wait for the next train to Aber. So a journey that was stated as taking 5 hours actually took 7 hours and 45 minutes.

I got home, after trudging up the hill, to find that one of my flatmates was still in the flat. Exchanged pleasantries, then went to get a drink as I'd not had one for over 8 hours. Remove my teatowel from my cupboard in order to get to my glasses which are all underneath it. The towel was completely soaked. This pissed me off somewhat, someone had obviously been using it without my permission - or so I thought. When I looked at my pans I found they were all completely FULL of water.

I then realised the entire cupboard was awash, the floor was sticky and the carpet stained. Evidently the twat had managed to flood the fucking kitchen. He's come close before but in all previous cases someone had prevented a live re-enactment of Noah's Ark just at the last second, but with him being the only one in the flat there was no-one to hold his hands as he washed up and he ended up flooding everything.

I now have to wash everything I own as it is all covered in stinking putrid water. But oh wait, I haven't got a teatoweal to dry up with, and all of his crap is still in the drainer on the sink, so there isn't enough SPACE to wash all of my stuff.

Fan - fucking - tastic.