So ... we booked a weekend away in London for the Little Ones (see the Queen, Big Ben, that kind of thing).
Hotel booked, train booked, restaurants booked, detailed timed itinerary worked out ... and then the trains went on strike.
(we drove in the end, which was traumatic for me so soon after my crash; a travel-sick child in the back; plus it took 2 hours to find a 24 hour parking space)
This weekend: Brighton Festival booked. House-sitter booked, pet-sitting sorted, plants prepped, lotty prepped, detailed timed itinerary sorted out.
You can guess the rest.
Festival cancelled at the 11th hour. No realistic prospect of a refund either.
I think I really should just stay at home, because someone is trying to tell me something.
Hotel booked, train booked, restaurants booked, detailed timed itinerary worked out ... and then the trains went on strike.
(we drove in the end, which was traumatic for me so soon after my crash; a travel-sick child in the back; plus it took 2 hours to find a 24 hour parking space)
This weekend: Brighton Festival booked. House-sitter booked, pet-sitting sorted, plants prepped, lotty prepped, detailed timed itinerary sorted out.
You can guess the rest.
Festival cancelled at the 11th hour. No realistic prospect of a refund either.
I think I really should just stay at home, because someone is trying to tell me something.
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