Apologies if this post makes no sense, but I have a brain that feels like it’s been involved in a car accident and I think I’m starting with a hormone induced migraine
The reason I am feeling like road kill is that I made an epic 600 mile journey to London on Friday to see one of my photographs in its very first print Exhibition. From over 40,000 people I was chosen by the Photographic Alliance of Great Britain, along with 59 others from across the UK, as one of this year’s best amateur photographers and my work will be shown in a Gallery in the Capital for the next two weeks. Holy Shit Bat Man!!!!!
My lovely friend John from my Camera Club offered to accompany me (for which I was hugely grateful, as the thought of going alone was daunting) and we caught the 8am train from Cumbria, getting into London at 11.10am. We then caught the tube to Southbank, where we stopped off for lunch at a nice cafe, before making our way to the Gallery for the private opening ceremony which lasted til 4pm. Getting back to the train station during rush hour on a Friday was an experience (!) but we made it and were soon winging our way back up north at the end of a brilliant, if ridiculously tiring and physically challenging, day.
At 9pm home was in sight when the train manager came over the tannoy to say that high winds were forcing him to apply a speed restriction to the train, and instead of travelling at 125mph we were having to crawl along at 50mph, causing a delay of over an hour. My back already felt like it was going to snap in two and there was no way I could sit for another 90 minutes, so John had to move seats and I had to take my boots off and lie down as best I could across two tiny, hard chairs with my feet dangling in the aisle annoying everyone who wanted to get past! We eventually got back home at 10.10pm, when I had to collect my dog from my parents’ then drive the 20 minutes home in lashing rain and howling winds. I’ve never been so glad to get in my pjs and into bed in my entire life! However, I DID IT, yayyy for me 😀 Of course, I will be suffering the consequences for days, if not weeks, but who cares right?!
On to other news. I am currently driving a courtesy car as mine is in the body shop being re-sprayed after my little prang last month. The courtesy car is geared though (stick shift), not automatic like mine, and my legs are protesting already!
My Dad was really poorly on Wednesday evening with one of his ‘dizzy/vomiting’ episodes. The poor man projectile vomited for nearly 2 hours and during these attacks he literally goes off his legs and can’t walk. Thank God we are seeing the Neurophysiologist on Monday who I am hoping can shed some light on what is going on. We still don’t have a date for his back surgery though, so it’s looking unlikely it will happen before Xmas. Big sigh.
Friday was my last big event in a year which has been brilliant, but stupidly over-busy, and I am looking forward to a much needed rest and the opportunity to recharge my very flat batteries. Famous last words 😉