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Running for trains
Oct. 16th, 2014 06:04 pmHaving got up in good time to catch my train, I decided to do a bit of sorting out at home first. Unfortunately I lost track of time and it was only when the podcast I was listening to finished that I realise that I only had twenty five minutes to get to the station — a trip that I can usually do in 20-25 minutes if I hurry — and that I hadn't done any packing. In a panic, I threw some things into my rucksack and ran the whole way to the station, cutting so much time off the journey that I arrived with almost ten minutes to spare.
The journey itself was a breeze and I got to Coventry five minutes ahead of schedule, arriving home in time for lunch. Afterwards, pater and I went to Go Outdoors to allow me to pick up a couple of climbing necessities before heading round to my sister's to allow him to fix her printer problems and to give me a chance to check out her new garden.
After the tour, I took up my sister's offer of raspberry leaf tea but no sooner had I done so than they decided that my nephew had probably gone straight from school to his grandparents' and that consequently we needed to return immediately to let him in. I slurped down my tea as quickly as I could without getting third degree burns and we rushed home. On the way we spotted the boy, now ambling back to his mum's, and brought him back with us. We had a nice evening with mater's one-pot spaghetti for supper and the nephew on excellent form throughout.
The journey itself was a breeze and I got to Coventry five minutes ahead of schedule, arriving home in time for lunch. Afterwards, pater and I went to Go Outdoors to allow me to pick up a couple of climbing necessities before heading round to my sister's to allow him to fix her printer problems and to give me a chance to check out her new garden.
After the tour, I took up my sister's offer of raspberry leaf tea but no sooner had I done so than they decided that my nephew had probably gone straight from school to his grandparents' and that consequently we needed to return immediately to let him in. I slurped down my tea as quickly as I could without getting third degree burns and we rushed home. On the way we spotted the boy, now ambling back to his mum's, and brought him back with us. We had a nice evening with mater's one-pot spaghetti for supper and the nephew on excellent form throughout.
