In spite of the London traffic and my growing anxiety, I managed to get to Kings Cross station half an hour before the train left. Phew! But then, even having arrived in time, there was difficulty. I paid £1 to get a luggage trolley for my vast and heavy load of print, promotional items and merchandise. (Yep, you can buy my book, a mug or a notebook! More later!)
So I paid for the trolley, loaded the bags and it went about 6 feet then locked up! I paid another pound for a second trolley – and the same thing happened. Trollymagedon! I noticed it was happening to others too. How? I’m amazed it didn’t make the news! Kings Cross owes me two quid!
Although, to quote Will, ’there is some soul of goodness in things evil!’ Because, forced to drag the loads sans trolley, I actually worked out a way of doing it. Although won’t bore you with that detail here….
So I made the train on time and a mighty relief it was too. But why? I had pre-booked a seat but if I’d missed it I think there would be other trains to Edinburgh. Eh? I didn’t even have to arrive for technical rehearsals like in previous years. Why do we pressure ourselves so much?
My luggage has taken up most of the train compartment, and I’m on my second red wine (it’s free!) And I’m sure it’s good for my literary Pub Crawl training! As you can see by the beer mats, last night my partner set too with a red sharpie adapting our London offerings. The real ones will arrive next week. Here’s how they should look!
I do a bit of work on the script. Nope… it’s nowhere near finished!
Tomorrow. Maybe.
Cheers!
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