Spilling my tea was not quite the start that I’d hoped for

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I’ve been travelling up to London this week, which signifies the start of the working year for me.

There I was on Tuesday morning on the 7.22am train from Fratton to London Waterloo, resembling a zombie with puffy tired eyes and clutching a steaming cup of tea in the hope it would wake me up.

I was watching a programme on my tablet when all of a sudden it made me jump. Forgetting where I was, I screeched really loudly.

This made the whole carriage turn round to see what was going on. I did a mini jump in my seat, spilling the burning tea all over my hands and on the woman next to me.

I spent the remainder of the journey wishing the seat would swallow me up – not quite the start I’d hoped for!