One of the things that particularly annoys me is when I’ve decided to have a ‘lazy’ day on the train, and rather than work during my commute, read a book instead. OK, that’s not the annoying part.

The annoying part is when I finish the book on the outward journey, and then have nothing to read on the way home. Which means I end up working. (or at least doing something on the laptop that vaguely resembles work)

Guess what happened today? Yup.