Then I wrote 1636 words of the Work In Progress. About 1200 of that was on the way out, the remaining 400 on the way back - I would've done more, but I started to feel really sick on the journey home :/ It seems that I'm not very compatible with the fast line trains from Brighton via East Croydon and Clapham Junction. The line is quite bumpy for some reason, and you spend an hour basically bouncing up and down on the seat. This, plus the excess heating and lack of openable windows, is a bad combination for someone prone to motion sickness :/ (I remember I felt this way last time I came home from Brighton - that time, I wasn't sure if it was my gall bladder acting up, but today I definitely didn't eat anything I shouldn't have). I managed not to actually throw up on the train (or indeed at all), but it was a close-run thing. Certainly, staring at a computer was a Bad Idea.
So, yes - first few hours of the day rocked, next few hours sucked. Now I'm feeling mostly better and hoping my digestive system will behave for the rest of the night. Richard managed to solve my dilemma of what to eat by wandering in with a hot cross bun which smelled delicious - I can't eat the shop-bought ones, but I can set the breadmaker going on dough. It just beeped, so I'm going to shape the dough and bake it & see how it works.