I answered the phone last night and it was the owner of the place G and I are going to stay in February. She was incredibly apologetic, but they haven’t actually got a room available on the Thursday night – which is actually G’s birthday. She’d been trying to sort something out but the German’s she has staying (who have booked the entire place) were not willing to share rooms so there was nothing more she could do. I said it was fine and that we’d come on the Friday instead. So this has meant having to come up with a ‘Plan B’ for G’s birthday. I was all set to book some tickets for something last night, but suddenly noticed that the website wasn’t secure so decided that wasn’t a good idea. I might be able to sort it out on my lunch break today instead though.
I have started to read a new book, which is The Day of the Triffids. I’m not much into science fiction, but I think he actually described his writing as “logical fantasy”. Anyway, I’m enjoying it so far, although it is actually quite a scary book and might be the cause of a few nightmares if I’m not careful! I have actually been having some weird dreams of late. I don’t normally remember my dreams but I woke up on Sunday morning and was dreaming about someone who I had known years ago who in very odd circumstances broke off her friendship with me. I had known her when I was at school and we stayed in touch when I went off to university (she was actually at a different school and the year below me). Anyway, I worked at a university near where I lived in my university holidays and one day she turned up to my work with her boyfriend and had an absolutely massive go at me and told me she wanted nothing more to do with me. To this day, I have absolutely no idea what prompted her to do this and I just stood there holding a very heavy cardboard box feeling utterly perplexed. At the end of her rant, I just said “ok” and never made contact with her ever again. For some reason in my dream she had got back in touch with me and something serious had happened (that I can’t now remember) and she phoned me and asked if I could help her - and so I did. I have no idea why she was on my mind – and I can assure you I will not be getting in touch with her. It’s funny the way our minds work though and I’m sure it was prompted by the stuff about A, who, despite everything, I’d still help out if something happened and I guess somewhere in my mind it’s all connected.
On other matters, there is something slightly disgusting about this story. Obviously it is good news that the boy can now hear properly but imagine having a cotton wool bud stuck in your ear for years and not knowing. Ick.
London’s weekly railway news #241
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