Chinese torture on WR.

Yesterday I survived being sardined.

And that should give you an accurate picture of what the journey back home was like once the WR services were restored. Mr.R jokingly says that I should consider it a form of massage therapy. I told him that it was more like Chinese torture and I escaped with minor brain damage and a partially dislocated arm (I exaggerate - it just felt like that!).

Ah, the joys of being a MW.

Today is reasonably bright, no downpours or drizzles. Sigh. No chance of trains stopping for another few days atleast....hmmm...

One lives in hope. Maybe tomorrow...