The insistent bleeping of the alarm clock roused me from sleep, but 'Sleeping Beauty' slumbered on oblivious of the cacophony of sound that filled the room as all three alarm clocks demanded attention. I shook him and yelled at him to turn it off, he said "yes dear" and carried on snoring! Clearly it was going to be one of those days. Trying to get Robbie out of bed is like trying to raise the dead - even when (as today) it is something he wants to do.
It took a minor miracle but at 7.55am we pulled out of Northampton on the London Midland service to Birmingham. It was a double set 'blue' train so Robbie had nothing to moan about (for a while at least!). As soon as we arrived at Northampton it was clear that this was no ordinary Saturday morning. The 'socks and sandals brigade' had donned their winter uniform and turned out en masse for the annual gathering of the weird, the worrying and the downright certifiable - otherwise known as the Warley Model Railway Exhibition.
We left the train at Birmingham International and when we entered the National Exhibition Centre we were herded towards the exhibition hall. We waited for the exhibition to open in a tightly packed and ever growing crowd. I felt very small and outnumbered lost in the crush of men with backpacks who all had the same thing on their minds - trains! The crowd surged forward and I was carried along with it, down the stairs round the corner and in to the exhibition. Robbie was like a kid in a toy shop, he didn't know what to do first, but in true Robbie style he insisted that we had to stick to the same route that we take every year!
Before long Robbie was walking around with a 'Roy Cropper' shopping bag as well as his rucksack. We bought some lovely books, one for me and four for him, as well as a stash of magazines a couple of little shunt engines and two very nice Hornby circus trucks. As I looked around I noticed that most of the other men were now armed with shopping bags as well as their rucksacks. It was rather like a Roy Cropper convention, or perhaps Where's Wally in reverse - If you looked hard enough you might be able to spot someone 'normal'. People watching is always fun, but at Warley it takes on a whole new dimension!
I am not sure how long we stayed at the exhibition, probably not much more than an hour but we managed to see everything and by the time we left we were absolutely exhausted. I enjoyed it, but I don't think it was as big or quite as good as last year. My favourites were the book stalls and the Stall selling Ivor the Engine books and mugs - I love Ivor the Engine! There was one other highlight, the ladies toilets, they were clean, practical and there were no queues, in fact they were almost deserted. If only it was always like this!
Robbie and I left the exhibition exhausted but content and keen to take a closer look at our purchases. It was still early so we caught a train to Birmingham with the intention of having a day on the railways - but that is a story for tomorrow, I'm tired now.
I didn’t get my early night on Tuesday, not even a quick flick through the Argos catalogue! Robbie was busy on the computer and our dog Megan was staring up at him trying to pretend that she hadn’t been fed for days. There was no way I would get any attention. Megan and Robbie have an amazing relationship, maybe it is because they are both somewhat eccentric.
Megan is a failed sheepdog; she wasn’t much use as a sheepdog because she was afraid of sheep! She is afraid of most things really - men, thunder, fireworks, lorry’s, the list is endless. She even gets bullied by our rather feisty rabbit.
The odd thing is that from the very first time they met, Megan and Robbie have had a very special relationship. Robbie loves trains, but Megan is more interested in bicycles - she loves chasing wheels. Both are a bit obsessive, Robbie counts the stairs every time he goes up or down, Megan rushes round in circles frantically trying to round up the rabbit or the guinea pig. So now you know how crop circles are created, it has nothing to do with aliens, they are caused by demented border collies trying to round up rabbits! Megan has created her own lawn circles. Robbie and Meg have something else in common too, they are both easily distracted. Megan only has to catch sight of a football and she has to chase it, Robbie is just the same with trains, books about trains or model trains, suddenly he forgets what he should be doing and becomes totally engrossed – it is almost impossible to drag him out of the model shop!
Megan loves Robbie, but it doesn’t stop her playing tricks on him. On several occasions she has managed to get fed twice by using her most dejected expression and pretending to be starving. Unfortunately Megan sometimes suffers from flatulence. She sits in the doorway of the lounge with her head facing into the hall, she emits a silent but deadly fragrance and when the odour pervades the room she stands up, casts an accusatory glance at Robbie and wanders away in search of clean air. She speaks so clearly without any words, I guess that is where they differ, Robbie uses an excess of words!
