Tutu Card & Reservations!
How are you all? This isn’t the final version of the card- but a much better photo. The last one had a little yellow bow. It’s kinda a play on words- obviously lost on a 2 yr old but maybe the adults might get it. 2-to..day..’tutu day’! Get it?!!
The second card is one I posted this week on ‘Make The Day Special’
This week we’ve been to see my Mum and Dad. I had reservations about my reservations.
We’d saved quite a bit of money thanks to Tesco, Red Spotted Hanky and a Daily Mail free 2 month Family & Friends Railcard. I have to clarify I’m not a Daily Mail reader however I was thankful for the offer.
So I’d made reservations on the Virgin train from Lancaster to Penrith. I wanted to have the kids nearby. As I got close to boarding the train I played the scenario in my head.
Look for reserved seats.
Ask the people already sat in our seats to move.
They ignore us.
I’d decided in that case I would move on in preference to creating a scene.
We managed to get on and nobody fell down the crack between the train and the platform. Nor had we managed to lose either the tickets nor Yoshi ( the stuffed toy dangling precariously out of the rucksack).
I searched for our seats. 1,2,5 & 6.
2 were occupied.
Strictly speaking- 4 were occupied. 2 beefy men were sprawled across them half asleep.
I must have had some momentary courage.
‘Excuse me, I wonder if we can sit here- we’ve reserved these seats’.
Now I’m guessing here- but these guys were African and not smiling.
One looked up and stared ‘move to carriage up there’ he said in a stilted accent & beckoned ‘up there’ towards me with his thumb.
I was fairly dumbfounded.
I just stood there- half shocked, half a little scared & half annoyed.
Ok- so that makes 1 & a half!
Maybe the pause worked.
The other man looked at me & said to the burly one- ‘they’ve got tickets’.
How did he know? He must’ve noticed my white knuckles clinging onto the tickets, 2 coats, a bag & a 5 year old.
They moved directly opposite.
‘Thankyou’ I mustered.
He glared at me, shoved his head onto his hands on the table and settled down to sleep.
I was too relieved to be overly bothered that we had to sit opposite.
The rest of the journey went ahead without drama. My reservations were founded.
Moshi Monster Top Trumps was the game of choice for the rest of the trip.
I rather think that the 4 weary travellers had wished burly-man was successful and moved us elsewhere.
Welcome to the UK- the place of slightly noisy children, fast Pendelino’s, reserve seats and insistent mothers!!
Better go- have some exciting projects to prepare.
See you soon with part 2 of the train story to tell you! xx