Back to Bracknell.
My route home means I have a 6 minute gap between trains.
This is normally enough to dash from platform to platform but today...
I forgot it was Reading Festival this weekend.
My train was delayed as more and more welly-clad teenagers squished on at every station.
I ended up with a 2 minute gap instead. Doable, I thought.
Would've been if they didn't all have massive escalator-blocking rucksacks.
Despite sprinting, I arrived just in time to watch my train leave.


I was annoyed.
Really, though, I'm just bitter that I'm not festival-ing this year.