
I need to get Richard out of bed so he can go to the coffee shop behind the ticket barrier at the station to see whether they have delicious cinnamon pretzels. I refuse to buy a train ticket for a journey I don't want to make just so I can buy my own pretzel (if they even have any!), and at this time in the morning I wouldn't dare confuse the ticket office staff by asking whether platform tickets still exist (the last time I got one of those was when I was 13, iirc).