Despondent in Edinburgh. In a dreadful cafe with awful service. They keep playing Nico, which always has driven me up the wall, but they have free wifi, over which I have failed to make much headway looking for a new ticket. A mix up with my booking means I can't get back to London today, or in the near future unless I ride a bus forever or give the train people all my money.
Meh, you know what it's like. You have to do a bit of whining in such a situation.
Maybe it means I can stay up late and play fiddle tunes and drink whisky with my dad for another night. Oh no, we finished all the whisky last night.