Time stands still

As the (pretty rubbish) photo shows, at Bristol's Temple Meads station they keep a clock stopped at 18.56 to mark the year it first opened its doors.

My clock stops a little bit earlier, at 18.35. That's not to mark the year I was born - although on days like today I do actually feel 175 years old - but to mark the time when it is no longer possible to get from my office to the station in time to catch my train.

After 18.35, it feels like an eternity until my next train is due and I have to soften the blow by treating myself to a coffee in the station cafe bar.

Tonight, my clock well and truly stopped, so I indulged in my treat. But I can't say I was in the best of moods after the ridiculous.... but it's probably best that I don't rant about work. It will bore you, the reader, and it might put me out of work sooner than planned.

To switch quickly to the positive, if you are ever in this station, make a point of visiting this cafe. It's one of the nicest I've been in - certainly in the UK.

It has a fantastic high ceiling, a row of small Gothic windows and carved stonework. There is a huge counter/bar and sumptuous leather sofas among the tables and chairs.

Above all, it has a wonderfully relaxing ambience. When you've had hassle at work, it is the perfect place to relax.