To continue this tale and be fair to Grand Central, part of the ensuing farce was brought about by the way that King’s Cross station is organised. ( or should I say disorganised?) On all of our railway stations ((up North) you are allowed to wait for your train on the platform that your particular train has been allocated. Not so at King’s Cross, arguably one of the busiest railway stations in London. Now I can’t comment on any of the other London stations and whether or not they are exactly the same, but at King’s Cross you are not allowed to go on any of the platforms until boarding time. You are stopped from doing so by closed gates manned by staff. Instead all passengers are expected to all congregate in front of the huge departure board in the lobby.
Talk about a hectic day, I’ve had one today. Well, maybe not all day. This morning actually. Up with the crack of dawn which is actually no problem for this lousy sleeper. Soon as the first bird tweets outside and the dawn chorus begins, I’m wide awake. Trouble with that is despite going to bed early (because I needed to be up early) I couldn’t get to sleep because my windows were open and one of the next door neighbours must have been watching something hysterically funny on the telly because she was laughing her head off. Very loudly. So I just lay there listening to her guffawing away.