Bleurugh!!!!

Don't you hate that when you hear the last syllable of your train stop, realise you've fallen asleep, have drooled all over your shoulder, jump up, banging into people, "excuse me, excuse me" to get to the door and discover that yes, you have only been asleep for five minutes, and yes they have just started announcing the stops the train is making, and yes you either have to look sheepish and re-take your seat (strategically placed to get off at the stairs out the station) or find an empty seat on one of the last rains out of London so of course it's packed or stand the twenty-five minutes to your stop and hope that everyone has forgotten all about you 'mad' moment!
Ahhh... aint train travel wonderful!