On Friday evening I had a succession of phone calls from Robbie to update me on his journey time. In the end I gave up and went to bed because I couldn't stay awake any longer. I had to get up again to go and fetch him from the station at just before 1am. He had an early start the next day and I pointed out that I would put up with him going out to play as long as I didn't have to get up at the crack of dawn to take him to the station. I even woke him up at 5am and he assured me that he was getting up. My mistake was to believe him. I dozed off again and when I woke a while later and noticed that Robbie was still there and still asleep. From the moment I woke him there was a blur of frantic activity and within a few brief minutes we were in the car and Robbie was urging me to hurry because time was against us. The lights were kind to us and we made it to the station in record time, Robbie running is not the most elegant sight, but it got him to the train just in time to jump on before the doors closed. I saw the train snaking out of the station as I waited in the car park wondering if he had caught the train, then I got a text telling me he was on the train. So much for my relaxing morning!
He was due home at about 9.30pm, but as always when Robbie goes north his return journey was beset with obstacles and I had yet another late night visit to the station!
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