London calling…this is London calling

Firstly…I have three posts, sitting unfinished. I’m just getting back, to blogging regularly, I also need to get into the habit of finishing posts!

On Friday morning, it time to head to London for the Swimathon Ambassadors launch event. It was prove an amazing, whirlwind 36 hours. Thirty-six hours that where to prove more than “a little bit special”.

To write about it, in one post, would mean that the post would be the length of my discertation and also take an absolute age to complete!

Friday morning saw me awake at 5.30am…ridiculously early! There was no way, in my excited state, I was going to get back to sleep. I was worse than my 5 year old nephew, on Christmas morning!.

There was one slight issue to deal with…I say slight, it was actually one that caused me a level of stress that was disproportionate to the problem. My printer threw a hissy fit! For two hours, I tried repeatedly, to get the damn thing to work. It refused, I tried all the usual tricks…switching it, slapping it, like it was a 1970s TV, getting cross with it . To no avail!

Virgin East Coast website, offered no help as to whether or not I could just show, my ticket, on my phone. I placed a panicked message on FB, at a 11pm, asking if anyone could print my tickets. Then I remembered, I could print them off, at the local library.

At 9am I walked, skidded and tottered, carefully across to tbe library. Snow still laid 4 inches thick and it was where the sun, had melted it the previous day, ice had taken it’s place. Quite apart, from making a complete idiot of myself, by falling over, I didn’t want to fall over, break something, land myself in A and E and miss an opportunity of a lifetime (and several weeks training).

I spoke to a lovely lady, a rather panicked conversation along the lines of a garbled “I’m going to London today, I need these tickets, printed off, please can I do it here”. She responded, by advising me, that I would need library membership, to use the P.C. I don’t have library membership, but I did need those tickets printed off! Neither did I have time to sign up.

Thankfully, she waivered, this requirement ‘just this once”. Thirty pence ligher and 10 minutes later, the tickets were in my hand and I was on my home.

An hour later, I threw my backpack over my shoulder and headed out the door. In my bag was my new swimming costume, kindly provided by Zoggs, a partner with Swimathon. The postman arrived, only 10 minutes before I was due to leave. I love my new costume, it’s so bright and funky.

It was time to eading to Newcastle Central Station. This is where my journey really begun….

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