This weekend - the most glorious in terms of weather - hot and sometime gentle breeze was supposed to be the perfect weekend for relaxation and fun, it turned out for me to be the most unanticipated nightmare. First, the trains from Buckinghamshire were not running - so to a replacement bus I hopped on- not too bad I thought - 45 minutes then it is the train to complete the journey. But before I could board the train, I realised that I had forgotten my mobile telephone - the bane of contemporary society!!! I had to do a twenty minute walk back to collect - seized the opportunity to see Alonso's silliness. Alonso is a Formula One driver with Mercedes McLarens. It is Saturday morning - and I have already missed the Formula One motor racing (annoying for me and for those who cannot stand the sport). The bus was boiling hot and the driver did not know the route so he had to crawl to be able to see the route signs - may be he had some eye problem because each time he gets to the round about, he squeezes his eyes as if to say I cannot see where I am going and I need glasses - so I thought why don't you &%*^$ get one!!! We managed to get to the train station in Croxley an hour later instead of the usual 35mins. The train which was heading towards Baker Street - well correct direction but upon arriving at Harrow -on - the- Hill, the train driver announced that HER train was going to Watford - well, I have just come from Watford (well, Croxley) why terminate at Harrow while the sign in front stated clearly that we were headed to Baker Street? I pondered, waited but no one to ask question and everyone was wondering what was happening when suddenly the train's door closed and in the end ----we arrived Baker Street. At Baker Street, I took another train to Kings Cross Station. Upon our arrival, one of the guards announced that there was no Victoria Line train - in fact he was to say, there was no tube from Victoria Station to Brixton. But following his announcement, I took another line and ended up adding more minutes to an already delayed trip. Well, I did get to my destination SAFELY in the end. But my Saturday problem had only just begun, upon getting home, I found out that I'd misplaced my house keys - and had to wait 3 hours for my friends to come home but after 3 hours and no sign of them, I had to call and ask for HELP. Having gotten in, I realised that my room is locked and had to sleep with my clothes - the first time in my life!!! It was the most uncomfortable and unbearable of things to do.
On Sunday, I had to wake up at 6am, take a train back to Buckinghamshire. The train trip was somehow not too bad - but it was compensated with a good book - THE COLONIZER AND THE COLONIZED by ALBERT MEMMI on French colonisation. Things seemed to be improving and I had opportunity to watch the start of motor racing to see Hamilton frustrate KIMI RAIKKONEN. Back to Ilford to deliver some mails only to ALMOST have my index finger severed by the door's post box. Arriving home at about 11.55pm, I realised that my wallet and phone had gone walkies, but as fate will have it, they were found by a very wonderful 16 year old who actually ran after me to hand me the item - and an offer of £10 thank you was refused. So all our teenagers are not monsters as is often portrayed in the press. My advice is if a weekend starts going wrong - abandon all things and go back BED.
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