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Date: 26 May 2005 13:38:52
It was cancelled. Or at least running behind the slow train that usually proceeds it. Proceed? Eh. You know what I mean. Don't correct me or I'll delete your comment.
So yes, after falling over, having my train cancelled and standing in a cold place waiting for a bus, my next text message after my wiblog one was to my boss saying my swear quota was used up for the day and I would be there shortly. Made it in the end!
I know that hot baths are probably very bad for sore ankles but it's cold. And I need a bath. The End.