I mentioned a few days ago that, at present, I am starting my days a bit earlier than usual.
Well, my chickens came home to roost last night.
Having got on the Jubilee Line at Canary Wharf, I had been completing a puzzle in my newspaper when... I woke up just as the train was pulling out of Baker Street.
This meant I had to get off at the next station, travel back south again, get to Marylebone (by which time my train had long gone) and then wait.
Those few seconds of extra relaxation meant that my journey home last night was extended to over two hours. Damn.