Manchester Monday

Yesterday I went to Manchester and back for work. I'm not that good at getting up early so the 5am alarm really was a rude awakening. I got to Euston in time for the 7.20 train and was pleased to find I'd been booked on a super advance ticket in first class. I like travelling on trains long distance (not such a big fan of the daily commute) but have to be at the station at least 15 mins before my train is due to leave so I can get in to my (usually booked in advance seat).
When you book a seat you are told your seat number and each seat is clearly marked. It always amazes me that so many people either don't understand how seat numbers work or are too stupid to notice the coach letter and seat numbers. And these people are always the loudest. They unashamedly show off their "i can't find my seat" stupidness to everyone on the train. I have to sit on my hands to stop myself from getting up and showing them to their seats like some sort of train usherette.
I got to Manchester to find that the whole of the tram system had been closed so had to get taxis to and from my destination. Was so paranoid that I wouldn't have enough cash and that the taxi drive would shout at me I got £100 out of the cash machine but it was only £12 each way. I resisted temptation to spend the extra cash t in any of the shops in Manchester Piccadilly.
My meeting was shorter than expected so I got a train 2 hours earlier than I had planned and went straight for the unreserved carriage so was not disturbed by anyone looking for their reservation.