The other Saturday me and hubby was going to a church 'thing' up London. This should have been easy as i had already gone up on the Thursday, you just get on one train and get off at required station. Well, on the Saturday i had been standing most of the day at our church Summer Fayre, hubby had been at work all night then came to the church fayre. We went for a late lunch early tea made our way to a local station (but not our usual one as we parked our car in a nearby church car park). This is a very churchy tale at the moment. Ha! Ha! We then went to get the train.
Well, there it was, but it wasn't going all the way to where we wanted. We let it go. The next one was not going all the way as well????
By then we thought we would ask. All the tracks on the eastern side was having track works done. No District Line, Circle, or Jubilee line.
Then began our catalogue of errors.
We got on the wrong train. But an underground worker going home on the train told us how to get to where we wanted to go. This invovled a bus and another train.
Unfortunately by the time we found the bus stop London Bridge became Tower Bridge in my mind. It was pretty obvious when we got off the bus that there wasn't a train station in sight. So after some more help by a passer by we got back on the next bus and off we went again.
Then there was the conversation we had at Parliament Square as to which way we had to go as we turned the map every which way!!!!!
We did eventually get there, worn out, aching, and a lot later than we intended. Going home we got a taxi to the main station and one train home, hooray!
Another misfortune has befallen hubby. While putting some leaflets through letter boxes adog went for the leaflet of which his finger was underneath. He whipped his hand out fast and we know not whether the damage done to his finger was a bite or the letter box or both. Needless to say he ended up at the hospital having 7 stitches put into his finger tip and was told he was very lucky as he had just missed cutting the tendon. G'son enjoyed watching the stitches going in and the Tetnus jab he had to have.
My third story is a good bad one. We are at last having a new kitchen, a new fitted one. So i am going to get a new cooker, washing machine and fridge. Bad news is 'Elf and Safety' say you cannot have a cooker within so many feet of a window or door. So this means the cooker will be going right in the middle of my longest wall and worktop and i will be losing my serving hatch through to the dining room. I will no more be able to work in the kitchen and talk to everyone in the next room. And i will be losing worktop space. And (another 'and') there is so much choice with appliances, where do i start. The work probably will not start till September due to holidays and getting time off work, but the time will go quick.
This means i will have to go through cupboards and throw things away. Ho Hum! There is stuff in the top cupboard that hasn't seen the light of day for a good many years. Anyone remember Tupperware?
Jenny <><
