... mostly because it doesn't go where it did last week.

Now, miraculously, the 7.45 from Oxford Road bypasses Salford and Bolton and flies off (though not literally, obviously) straight to Preston before pootling on to Edinburgh.

Something to do with track work at Chorley (where the line disappears under water from time to time in the winter)I'm guessing. Obviously no explanation offered this morning from train people.

So I have to wait another half hour now to get to work.

Wait; what I mean is I have another half hour in bed before I get up for work.

Now the masters is over I don't need to get up at the crack of dawn (and frequently before dawn has even sniffed the horizon) so I can get home early to hit the books.

I can swan into work at 8.45 like a normal person.

Which this morning I managed while still stopping off to buy a pain au chocolat for breakfast.

Dear god, is there no end to my slackness?!