Lemon light

I have just spent another day travelling vicariously - from the comfort of my own home - around the south east via Gemma and her phone.

I thought she'd sorted out her day but someone from Bucks uni phoned this morning to ask when she was arriving and when I texted her it turned out the train had not stopped at her stop and was taking her all the way to Marylebone again!

She finally got back to her stop and had her personal, day-late visit.

She couldn't remember what train to get to get back to Oxford and had me looking up trains again for her in the afternoon. When she found the right train her debit card was refused by the ticket machine so missed the train and then when she finally got on another train it was delayed by half an hour. This meant she couldn't get to Oxford in time to be picked up by my sister and brother in law and I had to guide her via online satellite maps from the station to the Jamie Oliver restaurant where they were meeting/eating and listen to her charging down the streets of Oxford in the traffic and roaring wind.
I feel I can say I've been to Jamie's now.

They say parents often live out their lives vicariously though their children but I didn't know this is what they meant.

Somehow in the middle of all that we managed to get to Sainsbury's and get some provisions for the next few days. I've got a big cheesecake as a sort of celebration for when Gemma finally makes it home safely. I have a feeling tomorrow's going to be a bit of an ordeal too. The weather is still rotten and most train routes to the south west are not working. Tonight we heard the Barnstaple link road had been closed. Eeeek...

While we were at Sainsbury's we got a text from the woman who bought our last house from us 6 years ago to say she's really fed up of the cat going back to her house. It's fair enough - it's been going on for 6 years now. We really don't know what to do. The cat doesn't like living here and gets bullied by all the other cats in the neighbourhood. She grew up in farmland and the countryside, chasing mice, with no other cats around, and thinks of the old house as her patch. I can't imagine her stopping doing it after 6 years. We are hoping someone can re-home her because it's clearly getting tedious. For now we've said we'll keep on going back and picking her up.

The lemon? It was on the table in front of me, and I am tired and uninspired.

Crossing fingers that Gemma gets home tomorrow...