Why am I doing this? Can someone remind me again please.
It was lovely to have had Friday off. The wedding went with but one hitch and that was the one that was supposed to happen so all is well on that front. It didn't rain while we were outside, the kids that were present screamed in the appropriate parts of the service, the women all cried, the speeches were short (almost to the point of non-existent), the bridesmaids were gorgeous (not that I'm biased) and there was dad dancing. The dad dancing wasn't from me due to the back strain, but ordinarily would have been.
In summary a very British wedding and not a sniff of royalty in sight.
Saturday was to have been Alleycats golf, but I very wisely rested instead, despite the peer pressure, and as a result the pain has eased. Although not fully recovered it's well on it's way and I have no doubt that as long as I'm careful this week it'll be back (no pun intended - or existing) to normal very soon.
Keen to find out why Shep looks so miserable about the whole thing, especially as he has new golf clubs. :-)
Sunday was all about birthday lunch with Mother-in-law. Always a pleasure, never a chore. General topic of discussion was what a terrible start to the year we've all been having. In truth it can only better, although on a couple of issues it most certainly will get worse. Personally I'm trying to stay away from hospitals, but that isn't the case for some of the more frail members of the clan. Our thoughts are with them all.
Lunch was wonderful though. Rounded the day off with daughter and Mrs G on the sofa, a glass of red wine and dancing on ice. Not normally something I'd bother with, but they love it and it does have a smidgen of entertainment about it.
Now we have arrived at Monday morning. Back down to London for a 10am meeting. While 10am might seem like a leisurely start to the day (and when working from home it most certainly is) the logistics involved mean it's actually quite a challenge.
Alarm goes off at 5.45 giving me 20 minutes to get up and out the door. 30 minutes to walk to the station and a massive 10 minutes spare to get coffee and settled before the 6.45 departure. Arrives at London Paddington at 8.45 and it then takes a further 40 minutes (if all goes to plan) to get into the city proper on the tube which leaves me 35 minutes to make the 10 minute walk to the office and into the 10am meeting. Perfect.
Today however, I've been sat on the train at the station since 6.55 as it was late arriving. It's now 7.18 and we're just pulling out of the station so my 25 minutes of spare time has gone before I've even started. Unless the time is made up en route I will be late. Awesome start to the week.
The long list of reasons start with the speedometer not working, the central door locking not working and then some unspecified engine problem which had to be attended to by engineers. This doesn't bode well for the rest of the journey. There's also no hot food or sandwiches on board (as if I care!)
I also take the precaution of reserving a seat when I pre-book my ticket. I like to be forward facing at a table, just in case I fancy joining laptop club and preferably by the window. This is just for my comfort and is not essential. However, to really wind me up, why not accept the booking without comment and plonk me in an aisle seat, rear facing without a table.... Is it really that difficult ? I can see the table with no-one sat at it from here!
Ah well, at least I can feel self assured that we get value for money in rail travel in the UK. D'oh!!!
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