I managed to drag myself into work this morning only to find out that my trains were delayed by up to 1h or even better cancelled. In the end I got on a slow train to London Bridge. It should have taken a little under an hour. It took 1h30. And then I had to walk from London Bridge rather than Cannon Street. Yeah!
Well done Southeastern. (although this train was Southern).
I've started reading Stewart Lee's book How I Escaped My Certain Fate and Deaths of a Stand-Up Comedian, so not that bothered really. It was only work I missed after all.