To the Sleeper

Another crack at this sleeper malarkey. Let's hope I don't wake somewhere in a field in Hampshire this time round.
And I forgot my bloody Oyster card - how annoying is that? I'm so annoyed I won't sleep, I can tell. Or maybe I won't sleep because the carriage is rocking about so much. I gotta put the lights out now; ten minutes out of Waverley and I want to be sound asleep by the time they start the shunting at Carstairs to join up with the Glaswegians. Night night all!