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.
Yesterday we embarked on yet another train trip to Edinburgh, this time taking J with us. He was told to arrive promptly at 6.15 am because a taxi was arriving to collect us at 6.30am.
“Yes Mum, I’ll be there, don’t worry!” How many times during the last twenty eight years or so have I heard those words? (Well maybe not twenty eight as he couldn’t talk when he was born, only cry, so maybe 25 years.) Of course as usual he ended up running down the road at the last minute, huffing and puffing into the waiting taxi. Sigh. Will my youngest son ever EVER see the stupidity of never being able to arrive on time for anything not to mention the complete waste of energy spent pelting down roads, platforms etc in order to catch buses, trains and waiting taxis?
This particular post has been solely prompted after reading an excellent post on the subject from another WordPress blogger. You can read his thoughts HERE on rules that he feels should be observed when travelling on a train. As he is only 22 years of age and a therefore a mere whippersnapper, his etiquette rules, although I do agree with most of them, do not exactly fit my bill as the ideal ‘code of conduct’ for train travel. So with that thought in mind I have decided to add some of my own train travel etiquette rules. Of course, he may simply spend most of his journey time on short commuter journeys whereas most of mine of late have tended to be of a fairly long duration. Anyway, less of the blathering and onto my rules for train travel.
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.