It’s 11pm and I’ve only just plonked down on the sofa…
I don’t really have anything interesting to say today. With only four hours sleep under my belt to get me through one of those days where everything seems to go wrong – I feel more like sleeping than I do boring you about my day. But here goes…
You know I’ve previously mentioned that my Mac is broken? Well, it looks as though the hard drive is failing, and I took it to my nearest Apple Store at Meadowhall in Sheffield to get it fixed. Or at least, that was the plan…
I missed my connection and ended up being half an hour late for my appointment. The genius ‘bouncer’ on the door turned me away and arranged another appointment for in a few days time. (They wouldn’t see me with a Mac, even with a ‘walk-in’ appointment, where you don’t pre-book and just wait around until they’re free. Bearing in mind that I was there five hours before closing time. Basically, my name wasn’t on the door, so I wasn’t allowed in.)
So, it was all a bit of a wasted journey. I tried to make the best of it by popping to Primark, and I ended up spending ages there. Then, I quickly went to TK Maxx to pick up one of the lovely DW Home candles.
(I might well take you through a little Primark haul tomorrow? We’ll see, eh?)
As a little aside, they’ve got Christmas decorations up already?! And while they look pretty, I can’t quite believe Christmas decs are up when it’s still October!
After that, I had a coffee at a lovely little independent coffee shop in Meadowhall called Coffika. (I really like the cups and saucers – plus the cakes on the counter looked amazing, so I might have to pop back and sample one next time I’m there!)
The signs on the platform said the train was due any minute, and then all of a sudden, it disappeared. Nobody seemed to know what was happening.
No train turned up.
We were all just stood there, freezing our bits off. Somebody went into the ticket office to ask where it was. They came back and reliably informed the rest of us that the woman said we all must’ve missed it because she was sure it’d been and gone. It hadn’t.
It had disappeared off her screen so as far as she was concerned it had gone. There were no platform announcements, save for the ones telling us about the upcoming Northern Rail strikes. There was nobody there to tell us what was happening. There was nothing on the board to say it was cancelled altogether.
There was just no information. Everybody hopped onto the next train to Sheffield Station and we were told by the ticket inspector on that train that our train hadn’t been in the right starting destination at the right time, so the whole journey was cancelled; right down from Leeds to Nottingham.
We had to wait for a while in a very chilly Sheffield Station… Getting all the more restless, shivering, and wondering how much compensation we were due under the delay repay scheme.
This was taken when we were stuck in the station waiting room, awaiting the East Midlands Trains connection home. Did I mention it was freezing? I ended up going to the Costa Coffee on the platform, as did many others – a.) because we were all tired and grumpy and in need of caffeine and b.) because it was bitter cold and we needed something hot to cling on to, just to thaw us out a bit.
So I sat in a glass box for about twenty minutes, on an uncomfortably icy-cold metal bench, clutching a Costa Coffee cup to keep my hands warm – which, by the way, were so cold I could barely feel them despite wearing some new sparkly gloves from Primark.
Everyone was a bit grumpy by the end of it. But, you know, at least we all got home? Later than anticipated, but we made it.
There are some things to be grateful for, even if I was more than 30 minutes late and I had a girl coughing on me for the entire journey back from Sheffield…
I know this has probably been a ridiculously boring post. Apologies. (Shall I just go and get some sleep now?)