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Travelling with PD

Well here I go again,setting forth on a perilous journey using the uk rail network,perilous why,well were back to the beast .The hidden illness PD.Concerns flood my brain ,what if I need the loo shake rattle roll ,for sure I need no further assistance in that respect anyway ive got to get there without falling over or landing in some ones lap.Secret weapon one tenna lady,thats not a promotion its a strategy.

Worst of all I have four trains to catch,Im having a mental wobl at the thought.First organise luggage 2 bags one on wheels a third is to much like mission impossible before I get out of he door so dont attempt that one

So were off, complicated isn’t it and  I havn’t  even go to the the station yet.

I arrive eventually at my local station a quiet 12 mile journey on country roads.Deposit car for collection  later,so far so good 180 miles to go.

The station is like the marie celeste were is everyone only 2 platforms,I see they Have relocated the confectionery machine to the opposite platform, over steps and a bridge.I ponder wether station staff  have relocated it because there on diets or to save them having to top it up.More likley done without thought whatever doesn’t encourage sales, bugger there’s my chocolate rescue bar gone.Ticket officer appears watering can in hand,Ive iterrupted her routine looks at me like ive murdered her plants.

Ticket safe in bag ,only 2 platforms easy this ,tannoy announces train arrival,of the train that left 5 minutes ago,confusing slip of the finger I expect,blame the watering can and automatic messaging,not my fuzzy brain  or PD.

October 11, 2014 - Posted by Chris | Creativity