Am I alone in wanting to fit in one extra thing before setting off for wherever? And then realising I’m now running late.
My daughter is home on holiday. Yesterday she was going to stay with a friend. I was taking her to the station to catch a train. Determined not to be late I chivvied her up so that we set off with time to spare. Underway I discovered the train time was ten minutes later than I thought and we had half an hour for a ten minute journey. A bit excessive. So rather than driving into the station car park I parked in the adjacent village and we sat in the car chatting for a while. Then strolled up the station drive. And went into panic mode.
The train was being announced. And they had installed a ticket machine so leaping on and buying aboard not possible. Train pulling in. Early. Ticket purchased Anna boarded. Chap on train pointing at machine. Something left in it. Another ticket? Grabbed it and passed to Anna. Train leaves. Text message, “I’ve bought a return!” “Use it on Friday.” “It’s a day return!”
By the way, clock in car slow.
My worst experience of this was driving to a funeral several hours away, leaving in plenty of time and deciding we had time to stop for coffee. Nice, leisurely break, sipping very hot drink, then – oh no, quick, back in the car! Having encountered several tractors and run up the hill to the church, we arrived with a couple of minutes to spare. Not something I’d want to repeat.