Soul sapped

Working on Multiple Sclerosis with Betsy, and the creative directors at the agency I'm working with. Once or twice, I had to remind myself that in this scenario I am a freelancer and that wearing so many hats can be tricky.

Travelling home, I arrived at a completely doomed Victoria station. Some kind of massive points failure. Crowds of people crammed onto trains which never left the station. No information, and everyone stressed and angry - or even crying. I managed to laugh about it, so was okay. Eventually I had to go to another station, and got a slow and delayed train home, arriving at a tired 10:00pm. Listening however to The Secret Scripture and rather enjoying this. Thank God for audiobooks. It has been a miserable week's travel, and it's only wednesday.