Another thing I'm worried about re: this weekend's Manchester meet-up?
Apart from blurting out utter crap, forgetting to bring virtually anything I might need (shoes, make-up . . . UNDERWEAR!), and panicking that yesterday's snow will return with a vengeance and stop the trains running?
(Can you tell I'm naturally a worrier?)
(I DO hide it well, admittedly...)
I'm worried I'm going to end up on the wrong train.
Is that a strange worry???
Not for me.
I have no sense of direction as it is. I got lost in the west end of Glasgow once - WHERE I LIVE!!! I have went to the toilet in a nightclub and ended up losing my friends (and no, not because they moved position/ran away while I did my pee-pees, but rather because I forgot what room they were in).
And then there was the time when me and my mum actually DID end up on the wrong train. We were trying to go to Edinburgh. We ended up in Carlisle.
Does this not sound like a big deal?
Let me elaborate, for you non-Brits.
Edinburgh is about 50 miles (I may have overestimated) east of Glasgow and still in Scotland.
Carlisle is about 100 miles south of Glasgow and in a different country.
We realised two minutes after the train pulled out of the station when they made the announcement. And the first stop WAS Carlisle.
It was fun explaining THAT to the ticket inspector on the train.
Weirdly enough though, he BELIEVED us. He didn't even make us pay extra for the tickets - he let us use the tickets we had already bought to take us to a completely different destination.
Perhaps because the pair of us were quite clearly panicking, blonde and, probably to him, looking a bit ditzy.
See? Having no common sense and LOOKING like you have no common sense pays off sometimes!
ANYWAY . . . I'm scared history might repeat itself on Saturday. That I'll get on a train and end up in another destination than Manchester. That as the train pulls out of Glasgow Central I'll discover the first destination for the train is . . . FRANCE!
Oh, didn't I mention? In my fears, I've somehow boarded the EuroStar, despite the fact that it doesn't actually LEAVE from Glasgow. (Remember? Worrier???)
So it's clear dudes . . . you need to pray that I actually MAKE it to Manchester. Because the odds, so far, are against me.
And my lack of common sense is NOT going to help . . .