A friend of mine used to commute regularly by train. Her Friday-night train home was affectionate known as the ‘Vomit Comet’ due to the number of inebriated Friday-night drinkers that stumbled onto the last train home, with the obvious consequences.

Living in Kent, I haven’t seen quite as much of that behaviour as she did on her commute out to Essex. But we do have our share of businessmen who’ve had a few too many. Normally I’d barely raise an eyebrow, but this guy was snoring like a freight train. And he’s wearing a rainbow-coloured shirt. And has a perma-tan. And looks just a little bit like Robert Kilroy-Silk, if I’m being ungenerous.

So he’s made my blog.

Robert Kilroy-Silk in disguise?

For what it’s worth, he missed his station as well.

Calypso is feeling rather sorry for herself right now…

That’s right, our little Calypso seems to have a bit of a stomach ache. She’s been a little four-legged vomit machine for the last day and a half, although she seems a little better this afternoon. We’ve got her a nice, warm bed to sleep on and some kitten milk to get her stomach back on the mend.

In the meantime, we’re being very careful about where we step.