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A person threw themselves, and the Transpennine Express timetable into chaos today by throwing them self in front of an early train just outside Hull. This means I arrive late for work by two hours in a trip that involves a coach to Selby, calling at Brough and Howden, en route, then an unload at Selby where we await a promised train. The train arrives, and I try to find a way to blame Transpennine Express but in the interests of fairness, even they cannot be blamed for this event.
The possibility does occur to me that the unfortunate soul was a Liverpool fan driven to distraction by a humiliating 1-0 defeat against Marseilles last night. I am still annoyed by last night's performance, but relieved that I did not bet our house proceeds on LFC after all. All the early season promise is rapidly evaporating, and I need some good news.
When I get home at night, Nel is the bearer of the good news. Sort of. She has managed to assemble the collection of comprehensive records necessary to order a vacuum cleaner belt, organise them in a binder, and has a spare 4 hours tomorrow afternoon, which should allow her just enough time to make the necessary phone call, and order the belt. Electrolux should be able to pop the replacement in the post tomorrow night. Which is where it will languish until the current postal strike is resolved.