I'm just properly catching up after an exhausting day in York yesterday and meant to send a warm welcome to @daliesque
I am never doing York at Christmas ever again. It was awful. To be honest, since Christmas markets are everywhere now, they are all virtually identical anyway. They were a novelty in the UK 20 years ago. It's just four brownie stalls, four fudge stalls both of which have people breathing and coughing all over the goods, mucho overpriced alcohol based offerings, pies, jams and cheeses. There were one or two more individual type stalls and I got some cute candles. The crowds were vast and horrible, people are rude and stop dead in front of you and won't let you past even though they can see you're disabled etc. DD got a few bits in two independent shops, but hated Søstrene Grene (don't blame her, it was rammed which made the one way system claustrophobic) and she got one thing from Flying tiger. The queue was too big for Betty's tearooms so that was out which was a shame as we were looking forward to that.
We were exhausted and fed up after two hours so made our way back to the train station and a booked an earlier train on the app. Immediately after booking it showed as being an hour delayed and seats weren't together. We decided to wait two hours at the train station for our original train instead. When that came, madness ensued. We couldn't get on as people were standing in carriages. The guard wouldn't let me and DD on (because naturally everyone else had bullied themselves in front of us) DD went full AuDHD meltdown and smashed her bags onto the platform, screamed and pulled at her hair. By this time, I was in tears. The guard gently asked why we hadn't asked for assistance. I don't know was my reply. I think I can manage. I know we struggle when things go wrong. Maybe I just hope things don't go wrong. Mad, I know. It's just all so hard to accept sometimes. Asking for help makes you feel doubly shit in a world that doesn't notice you struggling 99% of the time anyway.
The guard got us on a train 35 minutes later and we could barely speak as we were both totally overwhelmed. I got us off the train, on the metro, into the car once back at the metro station car park, drove home, gritted our path, locked the door behind us, fed the cat, got some snacks and took us both off into my comfy bed to watch old Miranda Christmas specials at 6.30pm. We were asleep by 9.
Anyway, sorry for the rant and essay. All good now. Nothing was broken. We will recover. Lessons learned.
I did take this photo, and I also really enjoyed a packet of Burger King mini hash browns which we grabbed before boarding the train yesterday morning. (I know Nigel isn't against a bit of fast food himself now and again) This is what DD bought from Flying Tiger which DD has positioned accordingly. 😁