If you're interested - In future...get your own bloody luggage...

Well...I had a nice trip out to Crewe Railway station yesterday ...and what a fine example of nineteenth Century architecture it is...but unfortunately, I wasn't supposed to be there...!
Bit of a balls-up really...mum and dad were staying with me for a few weeks and went home yesterday..so ever the dutiful son, I whisked them off to Rugby Station and deposited them into the Pendilo, tilting train to Glasgow Central..a mere four and a bit hours on board aircraft-style luxury. On account of their advancing years I thought I'd help them aboard with their luggage...only right and proper really...but strangely, nobody informed the driver and so before I'd had time to scratch my arse, the electric doors made a strange sound and began to shut.
I stood helplessly watching them glide together and finally close and lock with an audible whoooshh..then we were off...a hundred tons of the finest engineering Virgin could assemble speeding northward
like a silver bullet  with me trapped...press-ganged and pining as I saw my car in the short-term dropping-off zone outside the station..aaarrgh!  It'll be allright I thought...the train will probably stop soon..but no..first stop was Crewe. Still could've been worse...at least it wasn't a non-stop journey.
Anyway..top marks to the rail staff on the train who sorted the whole thing out at no cost to me except several hours out of my life and the eternal piss taken out of me by wife, children, friends and family...and many thanks to whichever God smites down the traffic wardens in Rugby...no parking fine..result.