Home at last
Well, I'm back home. I'm slightly annoyed at not updating before now. I didn't have time at Clare's, and the Aberdeen youth hostel wouldn't let me update.
So anyway, yes. The past couple of days have been rather hectic, and a bit depressing. Very depressing, actually. On Friday morning, Toady and I went into London so I could get a bus to Manchester. It was the hardest thing ever, getting on a bus and knowing it was the last time I'd see Toady for two months. I couldn't stop crying for hours, and every time I managed to stop, I'd just have to think about him and I'd be off again. I seriously can't stand being without him, especially knowing that it's for so long.
I got into Manchester at about 3.30pm, then spent ages finding the train station because I set off down the wrong road lol. I finally made it and got a ticket to Chester. Then I almost missed the train, which wouldn't have mattered since I could get any, but it would have been annoying. I got on it anyway, and found there was nowhere to put my suitcase, so I had to put it, like, inside one of the doors, which annoyed people. There wasn't much I could do about it, though. =/
Clare met me at the station in Chester and her friend Sam drove us back to Clare's so I could rid myself of the damn suitcase lol. Sam went back to her own place for a bit while we sorted ourselves out and had a bit of a chat, then we went out for a meal at Frankie & Bennie's, which was cool heh. Too many people go there for birthdays, though lol.
Pretty much as soon as we got back to Clare's, at about midnight, I just fell asleep on the sofa. I woke up the next morning in Clare's bed with just a pair of pants on. Apparently I sleepwalked up to bed HAHAH, I've never sleepwalked before so I found that quite funny.
Anyway, Clare's mum drove us to the station so I could get back to Manchester to get the bus all the way up to Aberdeen. Suddenly, it was about a minute before my train was due to arrive and I had to get over to another platform with a great big suitcase. So I went up in the lift, ran across to the other lift and... it wasn't coming. The lift, that is. I kept pressing it, but it was taking AGES and I could see the train. So I was like fuck it and just ran down the stairs with my suitcase. Just as I landed at the bottom, the train pulled away. And I cried.
A woman asked what the situation was and helped me to find out when the next train was, so we looked at the departures list, but despite there (supposed to) being an 11.24 train, it wasn't showing up. The next one was at 11.54, getting me in too late for the bus (which was at 12.50). So I was like SHIT and jumped on the next train to Crewe (some trains from Chester to Manchester change there). I asked the woman working in the doorway what time the next train from Crewe was, and she said it would get into Manchester at 12.52. So I was like 'ARGH, can I get off the train?!' and she said no...
So I was standing there totally panicking, crying my eyes out trying to sort things out. I phoned Mum, I phoned Toady, and eventually I phoned megabus to beg them to delay the bus by 10 minutes. They said they'd see what they could do. Anyway, I FINALLY got into Manchester at 12.51, and just RAN. The bus station is about a 5 minute walk from the train station, but longer when you're lugging a bloody great suitcase with you that keeps flipping over if you go over a bump too fast. I just went for it lol, I was determined to get there in time. As it turned out, the bus was HALF AN HOUR LATE ANYWAY. So I was completely exhausted, panic-stricken and on the verge of dying for nothing.
But hey, at least I got it. Thank God it WAS late, but I wish I'd known in advance lol. Several hours later, around 9pm, we pulled into Aberdeen bus station at last. I couldn't work out when the next bus going past the youth hostel was, but eventually I found a bus that possibly did, so I asked the driver and he said yes. So that was that.
Oh wait. Where's the youth hostel? I got off at a random stop that I thought was about the right area and looked around. Err. Yes. Where do I go now? lol I asked two random women if they knew which direction it was. They were Canadian tourists, but as it happened, they had passed it earlier and knew the rough direction. So as it was in the direction they were heading, I walked with them to the hostel. So phew, I finally got there.
Oh no. The drama's not fucking over yet. 'Hi, I've made a booking for Linnitt'. A few clicks on the computer. 'Did you pay for it?' 'Err... no, I don't think so.' 'Well there's no booking here, and I'm afraid we're full.' OH well that's fucking great then, isn't it! I finally get to the damn hostel to find I don't have a bed! Luckily though, the guy was really nice and obviously felt really bad about not being able to do anything about it, so he basically said there was no point even trying to find accommodation anywhere else that late, so the best thing he could offer was for me to sleep in the TV lounge. Which was fine by me - it was somewhere to sleep, and the best thing - he didn't charge me anything for it.
SO YAY! It all got sorted. I fell asleep at around 1am after watching Jackass: The Movie and Muse's new video on channel 4, and woke up at about 8.30am... fell asleep again and woke up properly at 10.30am lol. I walked into town (which was quite a way, but ah well) and looked around briefly. The only thing I did was buy a pair of jeans for Mum from Primark and a Rolo milkshake from McDonalds. And then I got lost. The end of the high street splits into two roads. Of course, I went down the wrong one, and it took me quite a while (about a 10-15 minute walk) to realise that. lol I got back eventually, though, read a book, watched Friends, went on the internet and failed to do ANYTHING remotely useful in the 10 minute limit I had (waste of 50p that was), and at about 3pm, caught a bus to the high street.
Not much could go wrong from there, and for once, nothing DID go wrong. I just walked down to the ferry terminal, phoned Mum, got on the ferry and that was that. Six hour journey was rather boring, but probably not as boring (or depressing) as the bus journeys. Oh, and it left at 5pm and got in at 11pm, so Toady got a little bit wrong about that.
And now I'm back. It feels really weird to be home. It feels weirder to be watching Toady on webcam and knowing I was in that room just two days ago (technically three now, I suppose). I feel really sad without him. I can't believe I won't see him again until October, but at least then we'll be together for a long time. I love him so much, more than anything. Thanks to him, I've just had the most amazing and unforgettable two months of my life.
Clazz
PS. There are still some pictures to come, from when we were in London. Also possibly one from Clare - it's annoying that we didn't have time to take any other than one Sam took of us.





