After returning from a week's holiday in Southern France, last Sunday, and believing that I am still a young, fit, healthy woman, I turned around on Wednesday, and got on a train bound for Manchester!
Max and Grandma needed some quality time and what better opportunity than with Daddy in Paris at the Rider's Cup, and Mummy looking for company.
An electrical power outage in Milton Keys stopped ALL trains leaving Euston; so a 3.0 hour journey with a reserved seat, in a quiet coach, on a virgin Train... turned into a 5.0 hour journey, on some train line I have never heard of, out of Kings Cross, to Doncaster, to Manchester! I sat on the floor, under a luggage rack from Kings Cross, to Doncaster and on the floor, in the aisle, from Doncaster! 😳 When a seat did open up and a man suggested I take it... I had to embarrassingly admit, that I did not think I could get up, off the floor! I said I'd wait until we arrived and all passengers had exited the train, before I would attempt to rise as gracefully as possible.
I arrived in Manchester Wednesday evening at about 19:30, utterly exhausted, but no worse for wear. That extra 5 mg I took in the morning, really helped! After a hot shower and a good night's sleep; I was ready to PLAY!
[There were trains and trucks, tickles and giggles... Kisses and cuddles, laughter and wiggles! There were bubble baths, biscuits and some bending of the rules; we even got to play with some of Daddy's tools! We played inside, outside, shared quiet times and books; we watched our favourite TV show and gave each other looks.]
The time passed very quickly and before I knew it it was Sunday and time for me to return home to Brighton, ...but Ohhhhh, the fun we had.
So PMR/GCA, bad knee, neuropathy, old age... BE DAMNED!
Max and me made some incredible memories!