Got to the station, entered the reference number to collect my tickets, pressed print... and... nothing.

Instead I had to queue for ages, and then try and explain to the lady in the ticket office (who clearly thought I was trying to scam her) what had happened. I owe my journey to the station man who'd seen the machine break, rescued the slightly chewed looking 'out' portion from inside and assured the ticket lady that I was telling the truth.




Got home in the evening to a poorly Graham. It took him about 2 minutes to reach a cushion about 2 feet away from him. Aw.