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Leaving for work 15 minutes later than usual was lost in the 17 hours that it took me to get home again, only 13 of which were down to work. The other four I can credit to being an idiot who doesn’t check train departure boards and just gets on, assuming that the Aberdeen train will stop at Inverkeithing and not go straight to Kirkcaldy, requiring a 40 minute wait before getting the train back and riding home in the dark with no lights. Luckily, the rain stopped and I got no punctures and met no vehicles.

Twas also the day my favourite wee coffee shop shut down.

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This entry was posted on June 30, 2014 by in The Bank of Me.
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