As I had to be in London yesterday quite early I was faced with the choice of travelling down the day before and staying an hotel or taking the Caledonian Sleeper. Based on cost and time with the family I opted for the Sleeper.
Safely boarded at 11.00 p.m.on Monday night I got into my pyjamas and hit the hay. I would love to say what a great sleep I had, but I cannot, because I did not.
Despite my restless night of sleep at 5.45 the steward knocked on my door to tell me we were 25 minutes away from Watford Junction and handed me my breakfast tray. I was not quite sure why he decided to wake me and tell me this but I figured he was doing the same to everyone.
I drank the coffee, chewed on the rubber croissant and avoided the yoghurt. The steward returned and told me we had arrived at Watford Junction. I thanked him, though I don't really know why.
Knowing that Euston was about another 20 mins away I got on with shaving, still in my pyjamas. two minutes later there was another knock on the door. This time a young lady in the train steward uniform appeared and said,
"You have to get off here!"
Before I could protest she disappeared. Still in my pyjamas and with white foam all over my face I thought that getting off at Watford Junction was not really an option after all.
A minute later the original steward came back.
"You have got to get off you're holding the train up"
"Where is the train going on to?"
"London Euston!"
"Good. That's where I want to go anyway!"
If I weren't the sort to stand up for myself I wonder where I would have been at 6.30 yesterday morning...
Safely boarded at 11.00 p.m.on Monday night I got into my pyjamas and hit the hay. I would love to say what a great sleep I had, but I cannot, because I did not.
Despite my restless night of sleep at 5.45 the steward knocked on my door to tell me we were 25 minutes away from Watford Junction and handed me my breakfast tray. I was not quite sure why he decided to wake me and tell me this but I figured he was doing the same to everyone.
I drank the coffee, chewed on the rubber croissant and avoided the yoghurt. The steward returned and told me we had arrived at Watford Junction. I thanked him, though I don't really know why.
Knowing that Euston was about another 20 mins away I got on with shaving, still in my pyjamas. two minutes later there was another knock on the door. This time a young lady in the train steward uniform appeared and said,
"You have to get off here!"
Before I could protest she disappeared. Still in my pyjamas and with white foam all over my face I thought that getting off at Watford Junction was not really an option after all.
A minute later the original steward came back.
"You have got to get off you're holding the train up"
"Where is the train going on to?"
"London Euston!"
"Good. That's where I want to go anyway!"
If I weren't the sort to stand up for myself I wonder where I would have been at 6.30 yesterday morning...
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