Red faced

Oh no - a sign I am getting old! I had to be woken up by the train manager this morning because I had fallen asleep and didn't realise we had arrived in London.

I can honestly say that has never happened to me in nine years of commuting. It was nice and warm on the train and I was listening to relaxing music - so it is my own fault.

I didn't even have the excuse that I was up partying all night, or that I had a hangover.

It could have been worse I suppose - if it had happened on the train home I would have woken up in Nottingham or Derby. Red faces all round.