Hello to you all
Haven't read through the whole thread - just the first page, but I know who squeezy is
Been to London, went as follows....
DH got the train before ours because he had a meeting but promised he would meet us outside Planet Hollywood at 4.30pm.
Got on our train. Someone in our seats who would not move, said they were theirs. I argued the toss with them and they still would not move. Lots of people tutting and shaking heads (not at me but at them). There were two sets of friends (60ish in age). No pet he says, these are our seats and goes back to reading his paper.... I call over the lady who has got the coffee trolley. She confirms that yes, it looks like they are indeed my seats, but as their paperwork also says the same numbers, she will have to call the guard. Then the stupid buggers realise that they are in fact sitting in the bloody seats they are to come back in not to go in and they are actually in the wrong carriage too! Arseholes.
Then get to the circle line to find out is closed all day. Find the picadilly line and of course tis really busy because everyone is using it. Manage to get on the tube with two children in tow and some bloke has got on with his suitcase and is trying to pull his friend on with his suitcase, but everywhere is full and the doors cannot close because the bloke is halfway between. 1st bloke is pushing me over. I tell him not to, he asks me what is he supposed to do, I say don't pull your friend on and then you won't be pushing me. Stupid arsehole.
We get to the Science Museum, have lunch, look round. Go next door to the History Museum, look round. My knee then starts to hurt a lot more and I realise I have overdone it to the point of tears forming. Have a sit down for half an hour and then it is time for us to make our way to Planet Hollywood. We arrive at 4.15 and sit in the bar waiting for DH. At 4.50 he still has not arrived and I am getting angry by this time. I have been ringing him since 4.30, but voicemail. I eventually get through at 5.00 - he is just jumping in a cab, the meeting ran over. When he arrived, I was soooo mad he was late I burst into tears and didn't speak to him the whole way through the meal. I ordered the biggest margerita though, but did not enjoy the food. And because he was late, we were late eating and I could not have a dessert as we had to go get our train to come home.
Phew.... rant over.
As you were