So I was out of bed before 0700 (I'd forgotten that such hours EXIST). Showered, tracked down last few items, broke my fast, to train to tube to King's Cross train station (sidebar: I know this is a possessive and there was a cross which was the King's around here once, but I always read the station as the declarative case: the King's cross! Look inobtrusive!), where I currently wait for the FLYING SCOTSMAN to take me to Edinburgh. ...I do hope there's no trebuchet involved.