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I did my good deed for the year today. I found a mobile phone on the train, took it home, and phoned up the entry for 'mum' in its phone book. She contacted her son who'd lost it, and he came over to collect it, being very thankful and praising my honesty. Which was nice.

The trains home have been late 3 times out of 4 this week; not a good statistic. I may ask work to cut my hours slightly so I can get home half an hour earlier each day. It often seems that by the time I've got home, checked my email, various forums, and Livejournal, it's about time for bed.

And that is why I don't have anything more interesting to talk about.