Yesterday a journey that takes a little under two hours by car took us over five hours by public transport. The initial delay in Cardiff made us miss the pitifully infrequent trains from Swindon to Didcot, and then our change to Oxford, and then our bus home to Witney. Witney had a train station once but someone closed it; I can’t think who.
Even now, I’m not quite used to being treated like a second-class citizen for using public transport, like the failure that Margaret Thatcher once declared my sort should consider ourselves. I think I need some sort of numbing injection to speed the process along. Something needs bloody speeding along, anyway.