Weirdly, although my morning train departed 15 minutes late, it somehow arrived on time. When I got to work, I was one of approximately 4 people in the whole building. I decided to spend an extra hour with my family rather than in silence since my colleagues all opted to bother showing up at all. Somehow, I missed the 15:52 by about 30 seconds. I got a coffee and then on the 16:22. Some wanker threw a rock through the train's windscreen. Thankfully, the driver was unhurt, but the train had to limp to the next station where the service was cancelled. At this point, I ended up waiting 20 minutes in the freezing cold and caught the next train back. It was the one I'd have been on if I hadn't left early at all.
So, here I sit on my slightly-delayed-as-usual train watching an old man drinking castor oil straight from the bottle and being coughed on by a blonde.
Welcome back, commuters!