First, I was at Sfizio until 8 PM, but due to the heavy discussion I was having, I never got to eat dinner.
Then I went to Waterloo, and waited for a train for 20 minutes, watching as one after another got cancelled or delayed.
I finally gave up and took the tube home, only to discover (on the train) that the cross stitch I'd done on the plane, about an hour of it, had all been done in the wrong color and needed to be picked out.
I got home and realized that after shadowdaddy had taken my key off of the chain to get a new one cut (which didn't work), he hadn't replaced the working key. I had no key at all. So I was locked out of my apartment. After twenty minutes of frantic calling (he was in Camden watching a concert and not able to get home for an hour and a half, wechsler was unreachable), a neighbor pointed out I could call the porter - whom for a mere 50 pounds would come unlock my door - after he drove half an hour to get here.
I was actually able to get into my flat, thanks to the kindness of the building manager (who lives in this block of flats and doesn't go out much), but I never had dinner, and then I slept really, really poorly all night. Huzzah. Welcome to Wednesday.