I think it’s safe to say I hate public transport. I have just sat down with another lonely pint to wait for my departure gate.
Coming to Barnsley on Friday was supposed to be a lovely day. I’d booked a half day, left lots of time to get to the airport and was really looking forward to going for a meal in the evening, when my flight got cancelled…
I got in the ticket office queue to see what my options were, I was number 837 and there were about 100 people in front of me. I had left my phone charger with Niels in the office by accident and I had 30% battery – but I was ok because I had my packed lunch.
About 50 people in, I get a call from Priscilla, she apparently sorts the travel for hoyhoy (my work) and can book me on another flight without me having to queue (bit late but that was fine). P then tells me the only option I have is to fly to London and then to Manchester if I want to go to Barnsley today…I accepted, I wasn’t going out for dinner anymore but I’d still make the drinks, all was not lost!
Ellie met me at the airport to charge my phone so I could check in to my new flight, pretty sure it would’ve been game over if not. Two hours later I’m on my BA flight to London and loving life because I like free beer and snacks. I was ok with the situation. I could recover from this.
Next I arrived in London, accidentally got bumped to business class and after a few calls it was confirmed – I had 10minutes to take advantage of the BA lounge. Imagine free beer, decent wine, cake and biscuits. I had a very nutritional snack dinner and then just as I was about to leave I spied the departure board. Delayed ANOTHER HOUR. But things could be worse…I had some more wine, made a Czech friend who leant me a phone charger and a business traveller gave me a free portable charger after I explained my troubles. I like business class.
Eventually I got to Manchester with 15minutes until the train – so I ran. Obviously I’m part Usain Bolt so made the train but it wouldn’t be a completely disaster until it was delayed and I’d missed my change at Huddersfield…so that happened.
I then got on the Wakefield train, I could make one drink providing this wasn’t delayed. No. I was too scared to risk it so I got off the train before it had departed – if I’d stayed on I would’ve been stuck.
Finally! I got to Barnsley. All I had to do was get the key from under the red plant. Remember when my phone died the second I turned on my torch? I do. I put my hand under so many pots but eventually fear took over, I didn’t care about the key, I was locked out for 25minutes and something was in the bush. It was not worth it.
I’d missed the meal, the drinks and the North is SO COLD. I’m lucky George is worth it or I would’ve killed him on sight.
After all the delays I have thoroughly enjoyed my weekend in Barnsley! I thank all of my new travel friends for getting me through the pain and I had a Ninos which is better than Dominoes and made a chocolate orange cheesecake which was heavenly.
Talking through that delay makes my 4 hour wait going back seem like nothing…