Brighton to Bloomsbury

As usual this trip started with a mad dash to the station and with me making the train by the skin of my teeth.  Obviously this was the second train that I’d intended to catch because when the first train left the station I was still looking in despair at my already full suitcase and the pile of items that still had to be squeezed in somehow.  Ended up resorting to my age old trick of putting it all in a carrier bag.  Sometimes I think that the only difference between 20s Alice and 30s Alice is that I seem to have a posher variety of carrier bags so I look a little less like orphan Annie! However I’m sure that Fern is going to have stern words with me about the amount of luggage that I’ve brought . . .

This aside this has been a relatively stress free preparation for holiday for me, apart from the last minute vaccinations (thanks Fern for reminding me yesterday) and the phone call from the insurance company this afternoon reminding me that my contents insurance needs renewing next week, oh well that one more for the list when I get to Fern’s.

So I’m sitting on an incredibly noisy train to London, unfortunately without a drink because of the mad dash and wishing that I’d been organised enough to fill my (empty) water bottle with a nice G&T . . . best laid plans . . and it doesn’t exactly feel like I’ve started the big trek but maybe East Croydon just doesn’t pack that level of excitement ;-)  Looking forward to getting to Fern’s to commence Operation Repack with Private Vino’s assistance . .