Good evening Dear Bloggets. It’s rather late but didn’t want
to go a day without chatting to my FB’s
Fifi Bloggets mean too much to me to miss a day. So here I
am with an update on our day.
We got our dogs ready with leashes and Harnesses and took a
taxi to the train station.
The station was packed. From a blind person’s perspective, a
busy train station can be very disorientating. Sounds of suitcases rushing feet
so many voices in so many languages in so much of a hurry to get to their
destination.
Police radios and children’s weary words waffled without a care as
the clinks from bottles being readied for the mindless members of the public
ready for a session of alcoholic activities!
But I couldn’t see anything. Just all sounds. Sounds which
echo to make things a little more confusing. You stand there in this big scary
world knowing that there are lights above your head, but you can’t see them.
Knowing that there are people smiling but no expressions are in front of you.
We may as well look with our elbows. We would see the same. Voices swishing swearing
swarming shouting. Drinks spilling food parcels crinkling shopping bags falling
over and high heal shoes that will be a burden to whoever is wearing them. The
clip clop of them passes and you think to yourself, how they are going to
suffer by the end of the day or night if they are here in our tourist town for
a party.
New different accents all around anticipation for their day
ahead not really knowing what on earth they would be doing, where they will be
going, stopping right in front of us as they look at maps and discuss their plans.
Walking to the lift. Assistance helping us to find it and
not knowing you are there until you are guided forward and realise that you have
left the sounds behind and for a moment whilst in the vacuum of the lift, you
breathe as you know that you are not going to bump into anyone and you are not
going to be pushed or fear walking onto the tracks as our station has no
tactile near the train tracks. Out of the comfort of the lift and along the
dingy narrow corridors leading us to more sounds this time engines squeaking
breaks from the trains and tired tormented travellers trying to access the
correct trains.
Sometimes the person guiding us doesn’t tell where we are
going next, they literally guide us. So we turn and we are on the train before
we know it. Thankfully missing the gap and not falling up the steps.
Most of the time the staff are great but even if they do
tell us where we are being lead, we don’t always hear them because of the
noise.
Train number one was an hour and then we had to get off for
a twenty minute wait before our next train. Stepping out onto the platform. Not
knowing how big the gap is or even if we are getting off on the right side? I’m
not sure these days if it is possible to get off at the wrong place but I know
Hub before has some years ago streight onto the track. One would hope that the
doors wouldn’t open on the wrong side, but with the knowledge that they have
done in the past, kind of leaves you shivering with fear of what could happen.
We waited in the freezing cold. Really, silly I thought it
was summer so wore short sleeves.
On our next train and next stop would be the most awful
station I have ever been to. I hate it as there are no staff there and it’s so
old. Steep steps and a narrow platform where trains speed through without
stopping almost throwing you onto the edge with the gust of wind. Up and down
loads of steps our friends were there to meet with us.
My poor John sounded really old today. I didn’t like that.
Oh how I want to wrap him up and make sure he is OK? I hate the fact that two
of my dearest friends as close as family as can be, are getting old.
Our friend Yvonne took us in her car and John went in the other
with our babies.
Yvonne’s car is stunning.
Less than ten minutes later we arrived and our girls ran
straight in the house, they knew where they were and more to the point, LC
remembered where John keeps his sweets and looked pitifully up the stairs so
John took her up and she went to the room where they are and waited until he
gave permission to enter the room then she went to look at where they should be
and right enough, there they were.
John showed us his latest gadgits, he loves them. He has the
new apple watch. Of course the deer one, nothing but the best for our big man.
We had a lovely lunch all six of us. And into the lounge for
another cupper and a chat. It was a lovely day and we gave our friends Vivi and
John their birthday gifts. I was relieved that John liked his caravan mugs. I
bought them on line; they said in the description that they were inspired by
the caravan trail…. I really thought that they would have a van on them, and he
is caravan obsessed. But when they arrived. I asked teen did he like them, he
said they were lovely flowers. Oh I was so disappointed? Apparently the box
they came in had a van on the front. The flowers on the cups were what the
artist saw on her way to her caravan holiday. Well, what will he do with floral
cups? He bless him said that they were perfect for him as he needs cups for his
caravan, so thankfully they were OK. We got him our favourite chocolates too
and I knew he would love them. And two DVD’s. One of them my favourite film in
the world. Genevieve.
Vivi I bought her a cushion like the one I bought myself.
She loves birds, so they feature on it. And a guide dog puppy teddy and a CD as
well as lovely bath salts from our local shop where I get the soaps from.
Carrying them in our rucksack, really you would think a dog had chewed the
paper. But a great time with lovely people.
Going to bed now really really mentally tired. Another early
start as up for church. Going by myself hoping to meet my friend there
So until tomorrow dear friends. X
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