The Pryordurkins

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I legged it from the office yesterday wishing them fun while I’d be away, to meet up with Paul at Kings Cross who had just arrived having returned from his conference in Switzerland via Heathrow.  With minutes to spare we managed to bag a couple of seats on the 4.00pm train to York.  As we settled in, Paul was keen to get back on line and check the Internet to see what I had been blogging all week.  He hadn’t quite realised just how much attention the story of Fred and the double bed had been getting. It was fun watching his face :-)  I enquired how the parting from his room Buddie had gone earlier that morning and apparently their last few shared words included “we probably won’t see each other again..”.

The end of a good story.  What will I blog about now?

The moon, stars and planets must all be aligned at the moment, because the effects of combining a Pryor and a Durkin are truly kicking in today.  The morning started with me asking when I woke up; “Why does the clock say 5.40am?”, followed by, “Why didn’t the alarm go off?”.  We had set the alarm for 4.30am because Paul needed to catch the 6am train from York to get to Heathrow for his flight to Switzerland.  I won’t repeat what Paul said, when I repeated (and this time he heard me say) “Why does the clock say 5.40am?”

Having accepted the 6am train was no longer an option, we checked the train timetable and realised that with a bit of luck the 7am train would still get Paul to Heathrow in time for his flight.  So we got ready and headed to the station after a spot of breakfast.

Having bought the tickets at the station, the lady then kindly pointed out that there were service restrictions today and the train that normally takes two hours to get to London, would take three hours as it was going via Leeds.  She added for good measure that the 6am train was not affected and had run on time! I pointed out to her that she was not helping our mood.

Paul’s face sank. He would miss his flight.  We um-med and arr-ed a bit and then realised the only way was for me to drive him to Heathrow.  Thankfully the roads were quiet and I dropped Paul off at the new Terminal 5 just after 10am, turning round to drive straight back home again.

Paul caught his flight and had landed in Switzerland before I was anywhere near home.  The traffic coming back was horredous with holdups being caused by the repairs to the carriageway at the spot where we saw a car veer of the road and into the barriers, on our way down!  (the other side we might add!)