It’s all gone quiet .
Overnight ,Florence has Megabused ( hope she gets a seat not too near the toilet ) to Amsterdam ,to hook up with Jacob .
But I had a bit of a ‘moment ‘ on the train yesterday when I thought I might not get back in time to see her and say good-bye…
After a wonderful day on Eastbourne Beach with Theresa,Elodie and Amelia , we packed up their beach-hut and they dropped me at the station .All easy-oozy .I was happily reading my book ( The Beach , funnily enough ) and looking forward to my Florence’s themed Vietnamese dinner , as the night before Natalie had taken her on a ‘Jamie Oliver Vietnamese Street food Cookery Course ‘, when the train came to a halt . Thirty minutes later and we are told ,there has been an accident ahead and a person has been knocked down by a train , and we all have to get off , we are miles from London. I feel sick .Not only because I worry about not getting home before Florence leaves ,but also as I have two friends whose sons have died under the wheels of a train – I think of them ,my head spins ,I feel sick , I try to hold in my tears .I fail miserably.
I could go on and bore you with my ,bus,bus,train,train,journey home, but I won’t .Suffice it to say ,I got in at 7.30 ,we ate and then I drove them to Victoria Coach Station and said my fond farewells there .
I wish I didn’t spend my time wishing I could turn the clocks back.