"Hmm, I can get the bus or the train between where I live, and where I'm working tomorrow" you think, weighing up your options.

"The bus is still capped at £3, but takes two hours - but the train is only one hour, but costs £35".

Deciding you might prefer the quicker journey, and possibly an extra hour in bed, you dutifully spend £35 on your train ticket.

You wake up in the morning, and double check the timetables.

CANCELLED. RAIL REPLACEMENT BUS SERVICE. NORMAL FARES APPLY.

You realise you've spent £35 for a 2 hour bus journey.

You go round to someone's house and they offer you a brew and when you take a sip you realise it's Tetley

I used self service at tesco. Its small, cramped with an awkward layout. I was also having a shit day and all in my own head.

By the time I finished and turned to leave there was a queue. Which I may have not seen from the way I approached the tills. A minute or so had gone by so I couldn't even tell if I'd accidentally skipped the line or not, and if I needed to apologise.

Instead I left feeling absolutely ashamed of myself and wallowed in mortification. Just in case. Can't be to careful eh?

Brit here! Last time I broke a kettle I just resorted to boiling water in a pot on the stove. If that broke, then... maybe I could find a gas camping stove? Never Microwave

There's only one biscuit left. It's a rich tea

On the train to town, early morning, pissing it down so everyone smells like wet dog, pretty packed but you manage to get a seat on the end of a 6 seater section. There's space in the middle as well but you don't wanna cramp window person.

The train pulls in to the next stop, and fills up. You get asked to move up to make room for someone to take the third seat on the end of the row. Ordinarily you'd keep the end but becuase its so packed, you move down to save a fight.

They sit down.

You hear the heavy laboured breathing, then come the sniffles and the cough.

You shallow breathe.

Lastly, you smell the Eucalyptus breath from the person next to you and think.....

It's me tomorrow. I'm done for

Dracula?

The teapot table is empty of friends.

you can no longer make the hard k ka sound.