Life is a very funny thing.
Just when you think “Ahha….sorted”. It jolly well isn’t..
There I was, happily whiling away an hour or so on the train, get off at Woking to get the coach to Heathrow…bags of time… de dah… de dah…and then…nothing. Nothing is there. No coach; OK an ambulance with sirens and lights going, but a coach? Nope. The one that was destined to take me to the airport had – for some reason or another – been cancelled. Of course the next coach would have made me too late to get my flight.Thus good folk in cyber land I am sitting at home pecking away at the keyboard thinking that Midge and I might go fishing on the Frome tonight. All the stuff is packed and I at laest know where it all is! So Norway is delayed and the lovely man there is frantically trying rearrange everything. I am not sure I am able to publish my true feeling towards the rail air service! I will leave that to your various futile imaginations…I will however let you all know how Midge and I get on, along the River.
Rover and Out.
