Third week in Leeds and the trains are really starting to piss me off now. The minor irritations I mentioned last time have continued, and now include the lights in the train not working and having to change trains at bloody Bradford.

But the worst thing that’s happened happened yesterday evening, when the train was 45 minutes late leaving Leeds. As you can imagine, 45 minutes is something of an achievement when the journey is only 90 minutes anyway.

These things happen, and once in ten days isn’t actually that bad I suppose. But it’s the fact that nobody sees fit to apologise or even explain why the train is late that gets me.