Today I arrived safely, and she's now all routed and natted and firewalled successfully. When the work was done and the crumble eaten, I headed out into the night air to wait for a bus to Waterloo.
And wait some more.
And of course it's on occasions like these that SWTrains manage to observe their timetable perfectly, ensuring that my last train home left about thirty seconds before I staggered, faint and gasping, onto the station concourse.
On the plus side, I've had an evening out where I didn't drink stupid amounts, and where I didn't dissolve in tears all over someone.