Well today could have gone very differently indeed but this is definitely the worst thing that has ever happened to me while trying to get back to Plymouth.
First thing: Charing Cross station (my usual first stop into London) isn't open today so I am required to take a train to Victoria instead. Ok, no problem. It's closer to Paddington, even if it does require an extra tube ride to get to Paddington from there.
Second thing: a vehicle has been reported to have hit a bridge over the track in Lewisham causing us a delay. By the time I reach Victoria, I have only 20 minutes to get to my final train. I run, I swerve between people, I manage to carry my suitcase with ease down escalators. But still I'm not fast enough. I trip up the escalator in Paddington and unwittingly gash my knee through my trousers. It's only after resigning myself to the fact that I've missed my train that I realise I've got blood on my fingers and there's a dark patch on my [fortunately] dark red trousers. After having a breakdown in front of rail staff and commuters, and getting some rudimentary first aid (bandage wound round my leg over the trousers), I am taken to reception and scheduled onto the next train an hour later (3.33pm). I even get taken on one of those luggage buggies to my train. Fast forward 4 hours and I'm finally back in my room, peeling off my trousers to assess the damage. It is a small dent about the size of a pea. I know the bruising will be monstrous though!
But putting my spectacular setback aside, I needed this weekend to see my family and Jackson, all of whom I have missed immensely. We went for a shopping trip round Bromley on Saturday, ending it off with a cheeky Nandos
I can't wait to see him again though.
Tomorrow is my 9am lecture (the reason for my earlier than desired return) and I have my last attempt at getting the library's message out to the English students of the university. Also got some more Pen Arts volunteering in the evening.
Haha I'm going to be such a cripple!
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