LIKE many another passenger on Yorkshire’s woeful rail network, I tend to approach every journey with the same sense of trepidation as an appointment with the dentist for root-canal treatment.
How painful an experience will it be today? Am I going to make it to a meeting on time, even if I set off an hour early?
If so, am I going to arrive flustered and dishevelled as a result of overcrowding? Will the train even turn up?
As a lifelong fan of rail travel, and a firm believer that a properly-run network should be a priority for any government, I find my gradual loss of faith in the trains to take me where I need to go on time sad as well as a cause of annoyance.