Some girls buy bags, some girls buy train tickets.
A berth on the Caledonian Sleeper feels like a positive luxury to my usually penny-pinching self. I justify the cost by comparing it to the cost of regular trains + a night in a hotel + time (= gold) but still. When I think about it, a single ticket costs over 10 times what I paid for 4 years at university. Hmmm, maybe I can think of this as a reward for my former scholastic diligence?