In the past, people have called me a little neurotic about leaving the house. I like to leave an hour early, even though it takes about 30 minutes on the bus, or 40 if you walk. If I’m catching a train or coach from Victoria/Paddington, I’m so nervous about it that I leave about four hours early and have to wait around three and a half before I actually leave.
Well, this morning was a classic moment of exactly why I do this. I left the house just a bit late – about 8.05 am. I was wearing heels and we had an introductory lecture to a course at 9 am – so I decided to play it safe and get the bus. This was theoretically fine, except I hadn’t factored in STUPID LONDON TRAFFIC. At twenty to nine I was still sitting at West Brompton station…which is about a 15 minute walk from our house, and about twenty from college. Also, I was on a 74, which would have had to go all the way round Earl’s Court and onto Cromwell Road. I decided not to risk it again, hopped off, and went into the tube station.
By ten to, not a single train had gone past that I could squeeze onto. They were all packed. I eventually managed to get on, and arrived in South Ken at 9 am. I managed to get to the lecture a couple of minutes after he had started, because he started late. But I broke so many of my rules.
1. (Most important): never be late for lectures.
2. Walk into college.
3. Never get the tube into college.
4. Don’t ever wear high heels if you think you might have to run/walk quickly.
My day didn’t start great, as you can see. To make it better, I’m going to go to Argos and buy a toilet seat for our stupid broken toilet which likes to tip you off when you try sit down. Amusing when the boys start squawking because they don’t expect it to happen, but not so great when you need the loo yourself!