Travel Notes (on-going)

It almost never happened. I had put in the Holiday Request Form three weeks ago. I find out later that it sat on my manager's desk for a week untouched. No fucking use though I think he had a good reason. Sick children at home. I put in another one hoping I would still get it. I couldn't plan anything just in case. I got the holidays confirmed on Friday but had to work all day Saturday and Sunday. I texted Erica and told her that I would come down on Tuesday so I could have Monday to take a break and make preparations. She called back and left such an unkind voicemail that I didn't want to speak to her, let alone pay her a visit.

For two days I didn't answer my phone. I did call her on Monday evening and decided to go after all. I got up early on Tuesday morning, packed all my stuff from Zoe's place and then went home. I picked up a few bits from my house then waited an entire hour for my mum to get herself together enough to take me to the station. When we finally got there I almost ditched her, but it was probably better that I didn't.

I got into the ticket office and only had about twenty minutes before the next train to King's Cross Station. I wanted a Young Person's Railcard to take a third off the ticket price but I needed a passport style photo. I went to the Passport photo booth but it did not take notes. So I went to the Newsagents booth but they do not give change. So I bought a pack of Wine Gums from the pernickety bitch to break my £10 note. Then I took my change to the photo booth and got my head shots to get my card. My hair was a mess.

I filled in a form and paid £20 for the card. I then used it to pay £75ish for a return ticket. Add 3.50 for the pictures, 40p for the wine gums and the whole endeavour set me back near to a ton without including lunch. Zoe reckoned I should fly down as it is usually cheaper, though I am not sure. At such short notice I wonder what the total cost would be.