The stage is set; I’ve got all my coursework done, I’ve said goodbye to friends, I’ve packed my bags and I’ve gone onto campus to hand in the work, collect some marked work and return some library books that are due. The bags are in the hallway, all I need to do now is call a cab and get to the station in time for my 09:05 train – its now 08:10, just under an hour so it should be fine right….. well, no, actually, wrong.
I call my usual taxi firm and ask for a cab to my address. Expecting the usual friendly response and a cab within a couple of minutes I was astounded to hear their reply that they couldn’t get me a cab till 09:30! Not to be deterred I rummaged through the kitchen to find some more taxi firm cards. I started calling numbers. They were all the same; either engaged or couldn’t get me a cab for an hour or so. The sinking feeling started. There I was, all ready to go, everything timed to perfection and I was going to miss my train.
Most people expect this story to have a miraculous ending, it doesn’t. I missed the darn train and so as I write this on the station platform in Leeds I’ve had to fork out £40 for a same day ticket rather than the bargain fixed time only offering I had for 09:05. Still it gets me home at least but I’ve missed my Dad’s birthday lunch which was one of the main reasons for making the draconian effort. It never rains but it pours. Incidentally it was also chucking it down this morning so I got soaked on the way to and from campus. *sigh*
Heres hoping Christmas will bring the much needed rest and relaxation after such a last minute battle. On the plus side I got to say one last goodbye to Heather which I wouldn’t have been able to do otherwise