Panic!

I woke to this. The journey is tomorrow. One of us is in Skye already, 2 were travelling by train, and one other coming later by car. All food and drink has already been bought.

The texts flew in, we could take a refund and get the earlier (6.32am) or later train. Could we drive or take the bus? Could we get to Inverness. Could the 4th party member go sooner and drive the 3 of us up? Who was wearing the biggest pants? Why did the size of pants matter, could someone please bring a cocktail shaker. So much to digest while one person sat in their Skye home, one was jogging and hearing all this through those automated messages in her headphones, laughing emoji, and the other was dog walking without glasses. I was out for coffee with other people, so I ignored them all.

Eventually, we agreed, cancel, rebook next train, Done, relax. 30 minutes later the 2nd train was cancelled! But not to worry the automated system was telling me my tickets were ready to download for the original train. All nonsense.

I had lost patience with the train strikes last year, this confirmed it. It's time to get this and the doctors' strike sorted. Different I know, one deserving, the other not so.

Anyway, we agreed after the same long, complicated, distracted, oh so funny messages to have 3 drive up together tomorrow. Unfortunately, the driver leaves early, so we have booked a single fare back on Tuesday. If that is cancelled, we char for our host ahead of her next guests, and she drives us back a day later. So, no disaster, just panic. But I pity the souls who really do have disasters as a result of these strikes. Holidays ruined, loved ones missed, important work stuff abandoned. Not good.