Having just perused the internet so much that I found myself on a page where shoppers made their own adverts for Aldi, I do believe it is time for me to put the day to more profitable use, so it behoves me to me employ the water heating device and some dried leaves from a far-off land, together to provide a fragrant tisane and thus enhance the morning.

To Berwick yesterday by train, which seemed like such a good idea until Network Rail stuffed up their engineering works at King’s Cross.  Full marks therefore to Berwick Railway Station for the clean, tidy, heated waiting room, with working loos (and a snack vending machine for anyone who had not consumed the equivalent food GDP of a small country over the past few days).   We hied thither to await our return transport.  In the end we caught an extra train to Edinburgh laid on from Newcastle, which was itself 25 minutes late but if it had been on time we would have just missed it.

We then caught a very densely packed train to Fife, with some moany types on board;  “You would think* they would put on some more trains at this time of year”  (they do, read the timetable); “Canny even get to the door to press the button” (How about asking nicely if someone closer will press it for you? ); “Wir gettin’ off at the Gyle..” (this does not entitle you to start shoving me out of the road at Murrayfield, especially when there is no space into which I may be legitimately moved).   Ah the happy internal monologue of a commuter.

Right, I’m off to watch Danger in the Manger.

* I have oft opined, here and in person, that the phrase “You would have thought…” emphatically demonstrates that no thought process has been involved whatsoever.