So this morning despite the nausea and exhaustion I managed to get my early train ok. Decided to get my bus from the station and pay so that I could get a seat before the students get on at the free stop and managed to lose one of my best gloves. Coming home, I left work at 5pm and waited for the [every 10 mins] bus to the station in the pouring rain stood up because the shelter was packed with students. 40 mins later I gave up and shared a taxi with some other fed up people. The one good bit - I checked the bus stop and found my sodden glove on the floor so maybe I can rescue that now. At the station the next train had been delayed but I managed to arrived about 30 seconds after it had left the station so had a 30 min wait. Then, and this is the real biscuit-taker, I was sat on the platform by the clock near the end of the train that would be in front of mine. Around quarter past 6 there was an announcement that the train in front of me was the 1818 to wherever, lights came on and everyone got on. I looked down the platform, no sign of my train (due 1822). Texted some people. Next announcement the train in from of me (same train) was now the 1825 to wherever but it hadn't moved (maybe delayed) looked down platform, no train behind. Then noticed it was exactly 1822. Huh? Went to check the board, my train was not listed. Went to ask at the info desk and was told it left on time and that there will have been an announcement. Except for how there f***ing wasn't!!! Plus it must've left early because there was no train there at 1822 exactly, not even down the track heading off. So then I had another 25min wait for the next train only stood up because in those two mins of enquiry the seats had all been taken. I was nearly hyperventilating and feeling very faint while I stood there. Get home and am amazed that after a long day alone my old dog hadn't pooed in the house so let dogs out quick. He came pottering in while I was taking off my coat and promptly squatted on the floor. Very much the last straw. I'm a little ashamed to say I screamed at him until he ran outside but there was already poo everywhere. Kitchen floor has been so hairy and horrid because we've both been so busy recently so I after picking up all the poo I could see I then had to hoover the kitchen in case of any bum-crumbs lying around. I've finally been able to eat a little something and have a drink. How am I ever going to get through the next two days' work?