I suppose if I’m going to tell the world about all the cool stuff that happens to me on here, I’ll have to record all the rubbish too. Yesterday was not a good day. It had started with so much promise: the plan had been for Lyn and I to go up to St Pancras to meet my parents for lunch. They apparently know a nice vegetarian restaurant there which they were rather eager to show us. We set off perhaps a little later than we should have, but still in good time. We got on the Jubilee line at North Greenwich, intending to change to the northern line at London Bridge. It had all looked so straightforward on the TFL website, but when we got to London Bridge station, we discovered there were no lifts to the northern line platform. Our only other option was to go via green park, which would have added 45 minutes to our journey. I relayed this info to mum, who sadly advised us to turn back and head home – by the time we would have been there, the restaurant would have shut for the afternoon.

We did as she said. I felt miserable all the way back: I had been looking forward to seeing mum and dad; ”meeting for lunch” is something that us urbanites do, isn’t it? But this had made me feel inept – perhaps I had missed something online which might have warned me. Truth be told, last night I felt wretched.

This morning, however, brought a new day. Dad popped down at lunchtime (they were going to give us something we needed yesterday) to reassure me and set everything right. It was good to see him, even if it wasn’t quite the same. I suppose it just teaches me to check more thoroughly next time, although given I was going by the information available to me, I don’t see what more I could have done.