Last night found me running for the last train home for the first time in about 35 years! At one point I had to take off my sandals as my feet were slipping around in them due to rain, only to then slip on the cobbles on my bare feet. We made it just as the train was about to pull out and they opened the doors to let us on.
Unlike Geri last week who assured me she didn’t need a lift to Hatfield Peverel on our way down to Essex, she was catching the 11.42 from Halesworth, braving the chaos of Ipswich station and catching the train to Hatfield. At 11.49 she rang. ‘Where’s the train station in Saxmundham? I got caught at the barrier and missed the train and I’m now trying to get to the next station before it does’ I didn’t have the heart to tell her trains are faster but that was her lesson of the day. Eventually we picked her up from home and dropped her off enroute to Hatfield Peveral advising her to stay overnight as if she couldn’t catch a train sober she certainly wouldn’t manage it after a few bevvies!