Day13 - Goole - Finally home

It’s pack day today and all was going great, the suitcase was filling, my shower was taken and I was just doing the shave and teethbrush bit when disaster struck.  I moved the razor in a funny way and managed to cut the bottom of my chin, no problem I thought and let the bit of blood drip whilst I finished and then did the teeths but as I came to wipe my face with the towel it soon looked like a scene from Psyco had played out, the white towel was covered.  I put the usual blob of tissue on the face and carried on with a banana for breakfast in my room (no breakfast included in my room rate this week) and enjoyed a nice cup of tea.  I was also doing a bit of emailing for work when finally it was time to get dressed and get off, but when I looked at my face the blood had engulfed the tissue and was running down my chin, I think I had been stabbed in the face not razor cut.

To cut a long story short I ended up not leaving the hotel until almost 9.00 a.m. as I was hoping for it to stop bleeding but eventually had to set off armed with many tissues to keep dabbing as I walked through the streets.  I am probably the subject of someone else’s blog talking about the nutter walking around London with blood running down himself.

As you can tell as I am writing this sometime later, it did stop and I didn’t bleed to death so all’s well that end’s well.

Lunch time gave me a chance for a walk and the weather was sunny and there was some warmth in the sun so instead of walking around the stations I choose the outdoor route from the office down to Euston Road and then along until back to Kings Cross and through the station, it reminded me that yesterday I didn’t put in my blog that the hawk was back.  The man who cares for the hawk was stood on the upper walkway and it was flying from his hand and just circling the inside of the station and then back to his arm.  Really impressive and being indoors makes the bird look so big.  It must have been doing its job as there wasn’t a pigeon in site.  As the bird was returning the reaction from the travellers was as you can imagine.  I think it really makes some peoples day when that is around, it makes mine.

Packing day also means going home day and what seems like the longest day at work, waiting for 6.15 p.m. when I can run from the office, arms in the air in celebration.  The time always seems to go so slowly no matter how busy I am.  I even had a meeting from 2.00 p.m. to 4.00 p.m. and was hoping that would pass the time a bit quicker but no, it didn’t.

Finally after about 18 hours 6.00 p.m. came and it was time to walk the 100 yards to my carriage that will waft me back home.

The journey home was uneventful with the train been only 8 minutes late into Doncaster and the Goole train being on time.  It was nice to sit back and do the crossword which passed the time nicely

Home now and with me not going back till Tuesday so I have a couple of work days at home and then a weekend inbetween.

Night All