Le Eurostar, encore une fois
chaos at st pancras
So, we Brits are really quite marvellous at forming and respecting a nice, orderly queue. It's a national characteristic I am rather - maybe strangely - proud of. Oh how fair, reasonable and polite we are when hundreds of people are being funnelled through a mind-numbing, overcrowded and understaffed bottleneck.
But, let's be honest: NO-ONE likes to queue.
But, let's be honest: NO-ONE likes to queue.
And when you've got two travellers who are [only recently diagnosed] autistic, I've been having lightbulb moments about how and why queueing is such a big deal for us both.
just keep swimming
I'm delighted to announce, however, that once again I discovered internal resources that I didn't know - or I had forgotten - were there.
After a week of feeling utterly overwhelmed by the forthcoming week. After a week of feeling anxious about the packing, the queueing, the travelling, the language, the hospital stays, I woke up this morning and put my left foot in front of my right. Then I put my right foot in front of my left. Then I carried on.
I just kept swimming.
I woke up this morning and put my left foot in front of my right.
And now, at 18:00hrs European time, I have found found myself in Lille, with my daughter, with hearty food in our tummies and a beer in my hand. And we're all prepared for the week ahead.
And...dare I say it...???
I feel sort of excited.
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