Usually when I work at Glamorgan Uni these days plan A for a place to stay is with my girlfriend, however this week she’s gone back home to look after her niece and nephew.
Plan B is stay at my bosses’ house, but as he had the night off I couldn’t get to his and stay there.
I knew about all of this in advance and so I had a cunning plan C get a lift back to Bristol with the DJ - except that last night he wasn’t driving back past Bristol.
So then it was time for plan D ask another friend who was out on the night if I could stay at theirs - I got the thumbs up but at the end f the night I couldn’t find them.
This left me with plan E, spend the night at the train station and try and doze on the benches which are designed to stop riff raff sleeping on them. Initially I opted for a grassy slope, where I drew the attention of a house party and got invited in for a while and was even offered a place to stay, but at the end of the night it seemed I was imposing so I abandoned plan F and went back to the train station to wait for another four and a half hours for the first train of the day at just before nine am.
As a consequence I didn’t get much sleep and I currently feel like death warmed up.