Slow Train Coming

Apart from a Bob Dylan LP that I used to have, the title describes my multiple train journey today.

Doors not working in Preston made us 30+ minutes late. I missed my connection at Birmingham and surprised myself on my navigation skills around New Street station.

My second train was therefore an hour later than expected, fortunately it departed and arrived when it was due. The final leg was only a 10 minute journey. However, Great Western Railway has omitted to roster a driver for our train. A substitute was found half an hour later.

In spite of all that I’m glad to be with Charlotte and Theo. He’s full of smiles and loves blowing raspberries. Charlotte is feeling much better.