Having made such a mess of my last rain journey by forgetting the tickets, I decided to make very sure this time. I bought the ticket in good time and kept it in my bag 24/7 before the journey.
Or so I thought.
Unknown to me, the prized ticket had become trapped in the pages of a manual which I handed to its rightful owner on Monday afternoon.
I realised on Monday night, shortly after telling Liz that I would never forget a ticket again.
Of course, technically, I lost it and did not forget it - but I figure that argument fools no-one.
I am a pants.
Thirty quid later, I hopped on a train...
All was well. Please note, all was well.
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