With this countdown until Christmas in BRIGHT RED BIG BOLD LETTERS at the top of the page.
Cheers. I can tell I am doing well with Christmas presents.
Christmas always comes at the wrong time of year. It's the time of year when everyone's poor.
Then again most of us are poor all the time so it makes no difference.
I, of course, spent money on some new shoes today.
Clearly much needed...... I will wear them, I swear.
I also spent £35 on Uniqlo Heatech clothing. Oh yes I will be warm in this stupid house! (she says wearing the t-shirt and shivering..... I know I'm supposed to wear other things on top but I was testing it out on its own.....)
So I've had a pretty interesting week the past week. With all this snow down in Kent its like the world's ended or war broke out. Honestly!
Sainsbury's were rationing milk and bread (1 bottle and 1 loaf per person - I pretty much live without these in the house anyway so it does not bother me too much).
The trains stopped working completely.
This caused some drama for me as I had booked tickets to go visit my friend in Cardiff over the weekend, trust the snow to arrive then!
I love snow though, don't get me wrong!
I'm like Lorelai Gilmore when the first sprinkling of snow comes. I was sat on the sofa leaning of the back wiggling my legs in joy when it was snowing - much to my housemates amusement!
So back to this weekend, I managed to make it to Cardiff fine. I set off a bit earlier due to the trains but it was fine. And I had a lovely time in Cardiff visiting my bestie, meeting her housemates, watching looootssss of tv, squealing over Merlin, visiting Torchwood and Doctor Who haunts and seeing fireworks. It was my train home which just ruined it all.
I am not pleased with First Great Western trains.
I get on my train at Cardiff Sunday night, ten minutes on the train we get to Newport. Train stops.... train doesn't move again. Train doesn't move at all. We sit on the train for an hour and half to then be told "the train will not moving in the near future" and to get on the next train. So my FULL train all run over to the next platform. Looking at the sheer amount of people and deciding I will never get a seat for my 2 hour journey I decide to get a refund on my ticket and go back to my friends for the night.
So I ask the guy in the ticket office for a refund and he babbles on in his deep Welsh accent about how he can't refund it as it will take much too long and because I ordered my tickets from a different company he can't do it. So he hands me this receipt with a new train time on for the next day and a written note on the back asking for me to be able to travel.
Clearly the next day the ticket men are really suspicious of my receipt and question me about it no end, until finally they let me on my trains. My train from Cardiff to London was going peachy UNTIL five minutes away from London Paddington someone pulls the emergency break. Which causes the train to stop and an inspection to be carried out. When no one admits to having done it or why, we start moving again and then we stop AGAIN. Guess what?
Trains broken down. An hour and a half later we roll into London Paddington.
First Great Western you are a joke.
Anyway after my little rant......
Something to lighten the mood....
xo
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