The longest trip home ever
Zonked this morning having got to bed about 1.30am. Yesterday we got up early and caught the 6am train for a day out in London. The main reason for going was to visit the British Museum, which was having an exhibition on the history of clocks. It was fascinating - I love the engineering behind old mechanical clocks and watches, and am in complete astonishment that something so complex and so accurate could be manufactured centuries ago. After that, we went to explore the foodie delights of the Maltby Street market (best selection of street food I've ever seen in one place) , and the beery delights of the Bermondsey Beer Mile (3 good, 3 crap breweries).
That was followed by a walk around Westminster and a trip to Gordon's to imbibe some extremely nice port.
We were then supposed to get the train home from Euston at 9pm, which was when the universe evidently decided we were not allowed to go home. Had things been on time, we would have gotten home by about 11.30pm. Only problem was there seemed to be all sorts of delays, and the train ended up leaving Euston just before 10. It then was apparently diverted, and had to follow a slower train for about 50 miles or so. The net result was that we arrived at Crewe at 12.20am, the last train back to Wrenbury having departed an hour earlier.
Fortunately Virgin seemed aware of this and were phoning taxis for everyone that was due to catch a connection. It being after midnight there weren't many taxis to go around, so it was almost 1am before one arrived to take us home. Then the real fun started. The woman who was driving decided not to bother stopping, and ran a red light in the centre of Nantwich. Unfortunately for her, she chose to do it whilst there was a police car right behind us, so we got pulled over. That might have been the end of the matter, but the police computer decided she wasn’t insured, so they impounded the taxi. Cue another 30 minute wait whilst the taxi company sent out another car to take us the rest of the way home.
That was followed by a walk around Westminster and a trip to Gordon's to imbibe some extremely nice port.
We were then supposed to get the train home from Euston at 9pm, which was when the universe evidently decided we were not allowed to go home. Had things been on time, we would have gotten home by about 11.30pm. Only problem was there seemed to be all sorts of delays, and the train ended up leaving Euston just before 10. It then was apparently diverted, and had to follow a slower train for about 50 miles or so. The net result was that we arrived at Crewe at 12.20am, the last train back to Wrenbury having departed an hour earlier.
Fortunately Virgin seemed aware of this and were phoning taxis for everyone that was due to catch a connection. It being after midnight there weren't many taxis to go around, so it was almost 1am before one arrived to take us home. Then the real fun started. The woman who was driving decided not to bother stopping, and ran a red light in the centre of Nantwich. Unfortunately for her, she chose to do it whilst there was a police car right behind us, so we got pulled over. That might have been the end of the matter, but the police computer decided she wasn’t insured, so they impounded the taxi. Cue another 30 minute wait whilst the taxi company sent out another car to take us the rest of the way home.