Ok so I rarely go out but today I promised my adult DD I would go with her to London as she was having a surgical procedure and was a little nervous
So last week I had a cold (not Covid) but was still feeling a little under the weather. We caught the train and then went to have a meal but weather spoons and Prezzo said you had to book. Eventually we found that we could eat at Cafe Rouge. All good so far
Then we caught the tube to Oxford Circus. The tube was rammed full and my DD was away from me on the other side. When we arrived at our destination she looked worried and said “mum please come with me”. She took me on a very odd route out of the tube and then we got a bit lost. Eventually she told me that 2 men on the train were either side of her looking at her and then each other. One of them made a gesture with his hand and they followed her off the train. As soon as they saw she was with me they got back on the train. My DD was very aware they were targeting her
Then we walked to Harley Street. The plan was I was going to shop in John Lewis while she had her procedure and then she would meet me there afterwards but she wanted to show me the clinic first. Oj the walk I was aware of some men behind us, one was sort of yelling or chanting a song, possibly a football one. I was a bit worried as it felt quite threatening. When we got near a hotel I asked my DD to wait a while. She too had noticed the men and understood my concerns. The man passed us and then turned and looked at me while moving his head forward and yelling. His hands where making some weird sign. He went on, and eventually we continued walking. We then froze when we saw the same lad doing the same to another lad. I assumed they knew each other but then realised the lad he was yelling at hadn’t a clue who he was.
Eventually We carried on and then I fell heavily on my knee. I was in so much pain (photo below) I actually cried a little and felt sick. This man appeared from nowhere to check I was OK
As a result the plan changed. I decided to stay with my DD at the clinic while she had the 20 minute procedure. When we got inside I could barely walk on my leg and the knee had swollen. I realised the walk back to the tube and then catching the other train was going to be very hard.
I booked a taxi to come 15 mins after the procedure should have been over so 4.45. The taxi company quoted 164. It’s a lot of money but I just wanted to get home and put an ice pack on it
The taxi arrived at 6.10pm. My daughter was worried as she was meant to go out at 8 and unless we got back by 7.15 at the latest she would have time to get there
Now the journey home seemed to take ages. The driver was very friendly and apologetic. It appeared her shift had ended when our booking came in and she was forced by her company to take this one on
When waiting in traffic in Brixton a woman appeared at the side of the taxi and tried my DD door and then glanced at the car full of men playing loud music and thought better of it. The taxi driver seemed a bit awkward and shaken up. My DD said it’s a form of pickpocketing. I had never heard of that before
So the journey continues but we are still a long way from home and the taxi driver tells us her car only has 7 percent charge left and do we mind if she finds a charger and does a fast charge. We say that’s Ok and she plans a route to the nearest one. But that had a queue of 3 people waiting for it so she drives to another one but that had a van on a slow charge
Several more broken chargers and then she drove back to near her home and charged there (still on the outskirts of London). She was very nice and very apologetic. She gave me her phone to watch films as my own bad run out of data
Then we left and got home just now. My DD friend cancelled her from the birthday meal which initially upset her but she knew she want going to make it back by 8. Hopefully her friend will forgive
her but the reason she was late does sound so far fetched to be honest. My DD gave the driver a 30 tip in the end yet in the beginning of the journey home because she was so late she told me not to expect her to be very friendly or communicative with the driver who had arrived 1 hour and a half late
Got home and my DD boyfriend had bought us Macdonalds
Oh forgot to say the doctor that was treating my DD cleaned my wound and gave me some cream and bandaged it up.
So today had been a mixture of people being lovely and some very scary people. Not sure I’m going out again soon