The train to Thame

Hi all and welcome back, this blog post is about what happened when I decided to take a day trip to see my cousins. So are you sitting comfortably? Good then I'll begin. (that sounded way too children's T.V for some reason I turned into Watch with Mother .... oh well)

A few days earlier my mum and auntie had gone to London to visit a friend and had decided to stop at Thame on the way back, now I love Thame it's my home from home if you will so I decided to go on the train and meet them there and I can tell you that with a 5 am start and 3 trains it was a 

long kind of stressful day.

Now the night before my trip I was at my Ballroom and Latin class till 22:30 pm then had to go to my auntie's to check on her dog and was home by 23:30 pm and was asleep by 1 am not the earliest night I could have had but seeing as I am normally awake till 4 am I didn't think that 1 am was too bad. So I was nicely tucked up in bed with my dog Shadow curled up by my side ready to have albeit short a good night sleep, but no that did not happen every hour I kept waking up my mind buzzing with information and paranoia that I was forgetting something, in fact at 2:30 am I had dreamed that I was late for my train it wasn't till I was fully dressed and grabbed my phone and noticed the time and Shadow was just grumpily staring at me as if saying 'what are you doing you idiot'. After a couple more hours of disturbed sleep it was time to get up now I'm not the best in the morning, never speak to me until I have had a cup of tea or coffee or I may kill you. The worst thing about getting up was leaving this sleepy little cub of mine but I got up and was out of the house by 7:30 am.

So I was in Piccadilly train station by 8:30 and I was hoping it might have not been too busy thinking that most commuters had already gone to work but no no no no I suddenly felt like I was in the Lion King and I was Simba caught in the wilder beast stampede but there was no Mufusa to save me I was on my own. Luckily I managed to weave my way through the crowd and found a Starbucks where I happily sat for an hour with my cinnamon chai tea latte and book and before I knew it, it was time to board the train.

The train to Birmingham was probably the least stressful as it was just a 90 minute journey and I was fine, maybe slightly stressed about my change over or thinking that I will fall asleep and miss my stop but all together I was fine I had found my seat I started watching Miss Potter a brilliant film about Beatrice Potter with the beautiful albeit slightly foggy English countryside whizzing by.

 Ok so after the easy train to Birmingham I had to change from Birmingham New Street to Birmingham Moor Street and for the first time in my life I had actually planned ahead cause I could have booked the train that would leave twenty minutes after I arrived in Birmingham and I'm sorry but twenty minutes is not enough time for a break down that I would inevitably have and then get a train so I booked the train that would let me have an hour to figure out where I am going. Before you ask yes I did get slightly lost but it wasn't my fault the Bullring is huge and I had my dad distracting me on the phone so I blame him.
Can I just say how beautiful Birmingham Moor Street train station is, seriously it feels like it belongs in Downton Abbey not Birmingham there's such a contrast New Street station is massive and full of people running around in their suits trying desperately not to spill their coffee as they dash towards the train where as Moor Street is more relaxed and serene, I mean there was
even a flower stall and a proper waiting room. Could you get anymore British?

Soon I was on my second train of the day on my way to Banbury where I had a five minute change which I was not looking forward to, to say the very least but I did it 40 minutes after leaving Birmingham I was at Banbury station where I saw my next train already there so I instantly got off one train and get straight on the other thankful the station wasn't too crowded as I wasn't sure if I was going to make it but I did and I was on my last leg of my journey, a journey which started at 5 am and finished at 13:15 pm so as you can imagine I was quite tired but never the less happy when I arrived at my cousins's where I spent the day building block towers with my little cousin and watching friends in front of a roaring fire before getting in the car and setting off home. 

I was quite proud of myself that day and you may ask yourself why I mean lots of people get the train for some they do it on a daily basics, well I haven't much the only train journeys I've been on basically on my own was to London last year which granted my brother was with me and Halifax earlier this year but these are both pretty straight forward direct journeys. My journey to Thame was anything but with 3 trains and 2 changes I found it pretty stressful as I'm not really good at giving up control, now I'm not as uptight as Monica Geller but I can be a bit of a control freak and I didn't like not knowing if my trains where going to be in the right place at the right time but I did it I successfully got myself up (which is a triumph in it's self to be honest) and made it to Thame. 

Well that's what happened on my trip to Thame I hope you enjoyed my story and if you have any stories about stressful trips you've had, write them in the comments I would love to hear them. 

Talk soon 

Heather xx

Late night ramblings

Hello Internet so this is my first proper blog post and I hope you like it. There is something you should know about me before I start.... I'm a procrastinator, I always leave things to the last minute and I think I actually say I'll get to it eventually at least ten times a day, whether it is just getting ready to go out thinking I have plenty of time to get ready and before I know it only have 10 minutes or I sometimes I put off more important things like emailing people back. The worst I have been was packing for a weekend away where put of packing till 4 am the morning we were leaving quite early so I got about 3 hours of sleep that day.

What I'm trying to say is don't expect some sort of routine I'm not going to promise that I will upload a new blog post ever week etc cause I'm not organised enough for that what I am hoping to do, at least for the time being, is one blog post a month whether it's about something that I have done or has happened to me or it could just be some rambling blog post about nothing in particular.

This blog post is about what happened about 2-3 weeks ago, so here we go. 

Here I am again 3 am and wide awake and with what seems as no hope at all of sleep any time soon. Now I've always been a bit of a night owl, I blame books as a child I would always hide under my duvet promising myself that I would go to sleep after I finish this chapter and ended up reading at least 5 more chapters. It weird to think that staying up late was once a challenge and now has become a force of habit, I literally can't remember the last time I fell asleep before 3 am never mind before midnight and although I normally get enough sleep I'm always tired, it has gotten to the point where people always say to me "I don't think that I have never known you not to be tired" or "you could sleep for a thousand years and you would still be tired". Now I will admit that I probably don't have the best sleeping habits, for instance I normally have my TV or laptop on and before you start yes I know that I probably shouldn't do that cause it stimulates my brain blah blah blah, honestly it's very rare that I sleep without my laptop or TV on.

You see I have found that when I'm left in silence alone with my thoughts my brain goes into overdrive and turns into this evil creation that is hell bent on keeping me awake, asking ridiculous questions for example, have you ever wondered why a bed is called a bed? Who decided the name of colours and why is writing in black and blue somehow more serious that writing in bright pink or orange? Why is a desk called a desk? Who made the table and who decided to make the legs shorter and call it a coffee table? Why do we call it a coffee table? I guess some people may call it a tea table but why is it more commonly known as a coffee table?. Sometimes my brain is incredibly cruel and reminds me of ever embarrassing situation I've been in and makes me relive it in soul crushing detail.

Sometimes it is my own fault that I've stayed up too late, like the other day I had manged to stay up till 4 am playing on the sims, I mean one minute it was 7 pm and all of a sudden it was 4 am how that happened I'll never know. The main place where time seems to disappear is the internet, now I could live without the internet I would rather not but I could do it, I mean I would be more than happy to sit in a peaceful cottage surrounded by woods, curled up in a massive armchair in front of a roaring fire with my books and dvds and of course my dog Shadow would have to be but if I had just that I would be happy. However something happened earlier today, something terrible .... the power went out. The lights were fine and so were the fuses but for some unknown reason all the power sockets had stopped working and suddenly there was no TV, no wifi and my phone had very little battery left, now I know what you are thinking first world problems and yes you are right there are must worse things then having no internet or TV and in the grand scheme of things a dead phone is trivial but I was missing Strictly Come Dancing. Ok so everything came back on within half an hour and I managed to catch up on Strictly on the Iplayer but for those 30 minutes I felt like part of me was missing, I kept going on my phone to check facebook and twitter and realised that I couldn't and I noticed that I need the internet. Now I'm saying that I wanted to upload a selfie or what I had for dinner, but I missed talking to people and yes and I know that I could call people or go downstairs but I missed talking to people that I wouldn't be able to talk to so quickly and efficiently without the internet I have friends and family around the world that I wouldn't be able to talk to without the internet or wouldn't have know at all. I think sometimes we forget how lucky we are to have the internet whether you use it to connect with old friends or make new ones and I think that is pretty special. 

So here I am at 3:30 am and still no hope of falling asleep and probably about to get sucked into the weird vortex of YouTube I have already gone from vlogs to packing up and moving videos, baking videos, dogs uses the stairs for the first time and now I'm on meeting my long distance boyfriend/girlfriend/friend videos and people after the got they wisdom teeth taken out.... don't ask.

Here is hoping that I fall asleep before I fall any further down the rabbit hole into the Wonderland that is YouTube, that is if my friends who I have been on Skype to for the past 4 hours stop talking to me and tagging me in memes. I would end the Skype call but they have been away for a while and I've missed them so I will probably continue the tradition of falling asleep on Skype while those two idiots of mine keep watching Buffy. 

Talk soon 

Xx

Hey

First of let me start by introducing myself, I'm Heather and this is my blog. Let me start by saying I have no idea what I'm doing and I don't just mean this blog I mean life in general. I'm serious I have no idea where I'm going or what I want to do with my life I literally have no idea whatsoever what I want from my life, however what I do know is that I want to remember it. I don't want to grow old and not be able to remember my life but just a blur, no I want to remember everything and I mean everything, every thought that pops into my brain, the things I do, the places I go and the people I meet.

So whether people want to read this and join me on the weird,messed up journey that is my current life or if this just turns into something for just me and my friends and family to look at I don't mind. I just want something that I can look back on and smile at the awkward,socially inept version of me and all the things she has done.

I hope you have enjoyed this little intro and decide to come along on the strange adventure that is my life.

Talk soon
Heather xx