Bloody meltdown again tonight.
F*cked up trains all over the place.
Sitting at Witham at the moment in the forlorn hope that the next Braintree train would be something like on time.
No bloody chance, it's currently somewhere the other side of Ingatestone waiting to get past the f*cked signals.
The latest guesstimate from the prick on the tannoy is 25 minutes late. Means I'm unlikely to get home this side of nine tonight.
I just f*cking despair.
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