6.47am. I didn't have as bad a night as I imagined, although it took me a while to get to sleep. I was then awake just after 3am, and wide awake just after 5am. I'm glad I took my MP3 player and headphones to bed last night to charge up, they were a useful distraction from tossing and turning.
When the alarm went off, I got up, dressed quickly, and put the latest Michael Bublé album onto the MP3 player. I checked the Easyjet website to confirm that my flight was still operating (see above). Always a good idea. Having watched numerous episodes of Airline and passed superior comment on people who arrive only to find that the flight was cancelled ages ago, I thought it wise!
After a cursory glance over my messages, I moved some albums around, freed up a bit of space, and before I knew it, the taxi was drawing up.
Had a lovely hug which I would happily still be in now, and then I was away. I love the fact that after 10 years, we still kiss our wedding rings when we are saying goodbye to each other.
The taxi driver was pleasant, genial without being captain of the hockey team, and we had a light conversation about Solihull. He went to his son's 21st birthday party a little while ago, and noticed just how much more the young people drink, compared to when he was their age. He also contrasted the availability of shot drinks.
The taxi's radio was playing Heart FM, and just as we pulled up at the station, it was playing Michael Bublé's "Just Haven't Met You Yet". Spooky since I uploaded the album this song is from only a few minutes ago. I love small coincidences like that.
I arrived at the station at about 6.33am, a lot earlier than planned but it's better than being late. I couldn't see my train (7.00am) on the boards anywhere, so with a shrug of the shoulders (I'm used to this kind of crap from our rail network), I got aboard the 6.40am to London Euston. It stops only at Coventry and Watford before arriving at Euston.
The lady opposite me is also on a laptop. She's travelling down to London, pleasure I think. She asked me where I was going, I told her Mallorca. She was full of wows, and asked me what the weather is like. I sheepishly had to admit that it's raining. She said, "oh well, that makes me feel a little better," and laughed kindly.
Just pulling out of Coventry station. It's the best way to see the city.
More later. I hope Alan got back to sleep okay. Kisses for you my sweet. xxxxxx
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