What a crap day I had yesterday. It started off all right or at least the alarm went off on time, my clthes were clean and the kettle worked so I was able to enjoy a cuppa before heading off toward the station. From there on in it just went down hill quicker a than the Austrian bob sleigh team.

Furst off it was fracking feezing on that Scooter of mine. Being a Monday morning, I hadn't considered putting any thermals on so by the time I arrived at the station I was frozen to the core. I trudged into the bar area to buy myself a Cup of tea to try and warm me up. On the way there I glanced up at the screen to see the 07.00 had not arrived and wasn't expected until 07.23 and the 07.20 was also late and expected at 07.29.

I got my tea and walked back out onto the platform. At 07.26 the 07.00 pulled in. Looking at the number of passengers trying to board and the number empty seats I was clear many would have to stand so I opted to wait for the 07.20 and my guaranteed reserved seat.

At 07.33 the 07.20 pulled in. Another busy service but for once, GNER had managed to get the ticket machine working on a Monday morning and the seat reservations were all there. I sat, got my book out and stored my bag by which time we moved off. It was then that I noticed the fella sat the other side of the isle with his 2 year old son who insited on showing us exactly what he can do with his vocal chords. I reassured myself that he'd be gone tomorrow and I only had to endure the noise for 45 mins.

10 minutes later (07.45) we stopped half way into Huntingdon station. Not only had we stopped but we weren't next to the platform, we were on the left hand fast lane, the lights went out and the emergency lights came on. As most regular travellers will know this is not a good sign. After a few minutes our train guard came on the tannoy - Sorry for the delay ladies and gentleman but we appear to have a problem with the power car and we have lost all power. Our driver is trying to establish exactly what the problem is and we will advise you just as soon as we have any information.'

A few minutes after this, the guard was back on the tannoy. I'm sorry to tell you ladies and gentlemen, but the overhead powerlines are down somewhere south of Huntingdon. On hearing this I knew we were in for the long haul and settle down with my book.

For the next 4 and a half hours we listen to the guards regular updates, we listened to the 2 year old screaming and crying, we even enjoyed a cup cake as this fella magically produced a whole box full and handed them round.

Eventually, a deisel loco caught up with us and dragged us back to tinsel town. We arrived back in Boro at 12.15 or to put it another way, 4 & 1/2 hours after we left.

I have to say the attitude of those standed was brilliant. The usual Blitz spirit was all too evident and those, like the 3 I was sat with, who weren't regular travellers, took advice from those of us who are. Even our guard noticed the difference as he thanked passenegrs this morning for their help and understanding the previous day.

Unfortunately my bad day wasn't over. Some pillock decided me and my scooter would look a lot better if we were spread over the tarmac and he did his best to make sure that's where we ended up. After I managed to avoid almost certain death with him, I was quite looking forward to getting home and doing some work. As I turned on the PC, I opened the post at the same time. The PC, Wizzed and fuzzed and did everthing but load. I got my lap top out and plugged that in. All fired up as normal but then proceed to shut down again due to lack of battery power. I looked for my power leads and realised they were in the desk draw in london.

With no PC, no broadband and not a lot else to do, I gave working up as a bad job at 2pm and took the dog for a walk. From there on in the day got better.