Best train journey home to my parents ever.
Roared down on a crowded train. Ended up with an artist who was also a cycle courier sat next to me, chatting away. Further down the carriage, a group were having a small party, and ended up whipping out a guitar and having a really good Beatles sing-a-long all the way to Taunton.
Unbeatably cheery journey, which put me in a great mood for watching Poirot and reading the papers all weekend.