Back to work!

I've decided... I hate trains... Traveling back from home on the train was one CRAZY journey! On the morning of my return, Saturday 5th January, my dad took me and my luggage to Burscough Junction Station, to find that I had no way of collecting the tickets I had ordered. So we quickly went to Burscough Bridge and found out there was no way there either, so by the time we realised this, I'd missed my train and had to travel to Southport to catch a train to Preston in order to get home. After stopping at Wigan and waiting for the train to Preston, I decided to change my route ever so slightly to head to Birmingham. An hour later, I arrived in Birmingham and swapped trains to Burton, realising my ticket was invalid at that time and had to buy a new one on the train. The ticket guy was NOT impressed, he said "You should have bought this type of ticket at the station!" I was so embarrassed. Anyway on the train to Burton, I found that I had a massive painful bruise on my calf from the heavy bag rubbing against it as I ran from platform to platform and station to station. I got home and dumped my bags in my room. I can't really remember much after that... Until of course... Conference...