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No stopping

18 Apr

Since I kicked one crutch away last weekend everything has started to move a lot quicker, including me.

I have in no particular order…walked to physio, navigated the London underground system, mastered an escalator and gone back to the office. I am down to zero wedges in my boot, I think there is a Latin word for this, but as English escapes me most days…

If I was pregnant this would probably be called my ‘nesting’ phase as I prep for birth. In this instance the birth is my appointment with my surgeon next Tuesday and the potential for me to wear two shoes. In honour of this momentous occasion I have brought a new pair of Nikes, I am so pleased the fashion elite have deemed trainers as this season’s shoe du jour. They will be graced by some Tom Cruise style heel inserts, I’ve always wanted to be a couple of inches taller.

I’ve gone back to work part-time, day on day off and out of rush hour. It was bizarre to back in the middle of Covent Garden. I was found slowly wandering in awe outside the office by a colleague. I’m pleased that I haven’t lost all my London etiquette skills and even with a boot and crutch I still stand on the right on the escalators.

In four days a great deal has happened, I wonder what the next four will bring. I am now bookable for coffee, adventures, run-ins and general things you can do on two feet.

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Sorry we forgot

2 Apr

I booked passenger assistance with Chiltern Railways to help me get from Moor Street to Marylebone.

They forgot about me.

I got on the train at Moor Street okay. A bit of a strange look from the guy, who asked ‘do I need the ramp?’ Several answers flew through my brain,
‘No I’m just yanking your chain.’
‘No early April Fools,’
‘No fireman’s lift would be fine.’
But for once I manage to swallow my sarcasm and smile sweetly, nod and the ramp was duly popped up onto the train and off up it I crutch.

I arrive Marylebone. Everyone gets off. No one turns up. Then the cleaners turn up. Still no one.

Thank you Chiltern Railways for leaving me on the train at Marylebone.

Thank you for telling me you forgot and just shrugging your shoulders when I raised this with your team.

Thank you for making it easy for me to book with Virgin Trains next time.