From Moscow to Manchester with love part 2
Well, at last, my friends arrived. I stayed for about
fifteen minutes, then left. The baby is so cute. So very quiet though. It was
great to see D, my friends Son. I met his wife for the first time too. I think
they liked the flat. Not too sure. I love it but to them, it’s small I guess,
though it is bigger than my house.
I learned that in Manchester, just after they picked the car
up, someone crashed into the back of them. It was the other persons felt and he
admitted it. Thank God they were OK.
I got in a taxi after standing out in the rain, as the taxi
company got it wrong again and took three calls to them to get one sent out.
Got home, exhausted and dying for a drink. My baby girls
were bursting. I let them out and after washing my hands, I made Hub a
delicious cheese and mushroom omelette for his tea. Oh with bacon.
He came in and we just chilled for the night, though I
thought of my friends and hoped they would be OK?
Little did I know, but they had no hot water. It was the
next day when they told me that news.
But not until ten in the evening.
Oh I couldn’t stand the thought of the baby not being able
to have a warm bath, and I knew that the agency would be closed as it was
Sunday the next day and then our holiday we call bank holiday Monday. So again
closed. No hot water for all those days?
Well, a few calls later, realised that there would be
nothing we could do but go down ourselves the next day and try to fix it.
So Sunday lunch time, I asked my friend Ol if she had managed
to fix it?
But no. So the rain coats were put on and we braved the
weather!
Oh my word. It was pouring. Anyway, we decided to take a
taxi, though a very deer option, we had to get there and no way we could get
lost in that, so the driver got us there in twenty minutes and there was no
stress.
My D was there, and no Ol. She was putting the little boy to
bed. Hub had not yet met him, so I wanted him to, so ask D if he would not put
the baby to sleep until Hub saw him. Helene. I love babies.
So Ol brought a tiny parcel to us and what a cutie he is
too. D was lovely. I love that lad. I still find it really weird that he is all
grown up and has this lovely baby. D’s wife had gone home or somewhere that
morning, so only stayed two nights in the UK.
After a while, babykins was put back to bed and we had a
chat as Hub got the water back on.
We stayed about half an hour and then left our friends to
their day as D wanted to go to bed as he had to get up to drive his wife back
to Manchester, so was up from half four that morning.
Ol walked us down the steps onto the street. Oh it was
pouring again. We asked Ol what direction the town was and off we went. We walked;
we didn’t have a clue where the heck we were going... Oh God, there was loads
of traffic and at more than one point, we were in the middle of the road, you
know those islands where by there are cars in front of you and behind you? Whizzing
around and the sounds of the tires on the wet roads made everything sound so
much more dangerous and louder.
Well, we walked and I said to Hub I thought we were going in
the wrong direction to the town, so we turned around, next thing I learned, we
were in what we thought was a park. Then we took another turn. Hub with LC and
me with my white cane. Passing by sounds I had not ever heard before as in
shops and huge empty spaces which scared me as the empty spaces meant we were
getting more and more lost.
Then LC took us over another road, and she did it on an
angle. I hate it when she does that, as sometimes I think we are crossing two
roads. Well, because she was stressed, she did her business. Oh God, could this
day get any worse? Em
Yes.
We got really lost. Hub was getting rather tense. He tried
to use the navigation on his IPhone, but it was rubbish. We stopped a few
people but they were foreign or not from our town. We passed an undercover bus
stop. Great, we would wait there for a bus. I asked a lady if she knew what number
bus came there. She said only the number 3. No good.
We walked on. I found it incredulous that only one bus came
to a huge bus stop, but never mind.
Hub thought he knew where he was, but he didn’t. We had
never been there before. Not ever.
We stopped and waited to ask for more help, but every person
who passed spoke in another language. The cold sounds of the wheels of suit
cases passed us by. I wanted to cry. We were so lost and getting more and more wet.
Poor LC was in a state, bless her.
We couldn’t even call a taxi as we didn’t have a clue of the
street name.
Then we realised that we were hearing sounds we heard
fifteen minutes before.
So we turned around and tried to go back to where we started
but ended up in a narrow street with cobbled walkways.
This city seamed so much bigger.
God I so badly wished I could see?
My Husband was becoming more stressed. We thought we had to
cross the road, but couldn’t find a crossing, so had to take the risk and just
wait until we didn’t hear any cars, this was hard as it is so loud our city.
OK, heart in mouth, off we went. Please God don’t let today
be our last? I thought as we crossed the never ending road.
I mean never ending, as where was the path?
There wasn’t one. Feeling more and more sick.
One hour had now passed and at least the rain had stopped.
One and a half hours had now passed and my batteries were
running low on my mobile.
Then we heard the sounds of a group. Playing music and
singing.
Oh I didn’t want to walk right through them. We passed them,
as we approached them, their voices and instruments got louder and louder. As
we passed and their songs sounded quieter, the rain came again and huge vehicles
passed, splashing the water into the air, making it impossible to even hear
each other talking, trying to give each other idea’s as to where we were going.
God it was awful.
And then what?
More later.
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