My story begins early one Friday in late November. I was making my final preparations before setting off for a weekend away with several fellow bloggers. Not one of whom I'd met beforehand. Scary stuff. Although I'd followed several of their blogs for a while, and exchanged e-mails with a few, it wasn't as if I really, really knew anyone and yet here I was about to scrap with them, eat with them and even (thanks to the budget bunk-bed accommodation) sleep with some of them!
|The Telford Ten (not really that scary in real life):|
Lesley, Alexa, Lizzie, Julie, K, Clair, Mel, Ruth, Jo & Me
Now, I am frequently 5-10 minutes late because things crop (pardon the pun) up at the last minute and today was no exception: I remembered I had to get some cash and buy milk to leave at home for my family, but I had factored in plenty of leeway - no problem! Off I set and made good progress southwards. The train was arriving at 13:50 or thereabouts and after half an hour or so I decided to check my predicted arrival time on the satnav ... OH NO ... I must have miscalculated (bad show for someone with a degree in mathematics) as it was saying that I was due at the station at 14:10!
Oh dear, oh dear - what a terrible first impression I was about to make. Poor Ruth - left waiting at a strange station! I put my foot down and drove as fast as I safely could - shaving a minute off the arrival time here, another one there ... getting closer and closer to the dreaded 13:50. Maybe her train would be late! That would be good (sorry Ruth). Luckily the traffic was fine and, despite going slightly wrong on one of the final roundabouts, I pulled into the car park at exactly 2pm. Phew - just 10 minutes late. Not bad considering!
I immediately phoned Ruth to tell her I'd arrived ... and she said she was still on the train. Thank goodness I thought - her train is late! (deeply sorry Ruth)
Yup - it's leaving in 5 minutes she continued. Leaving? I thought. Where??
I'll be there in about 50 minutes. What?
OK I said, nonchalantly, I'll see you soon. Strange. Maybe I'd got the train time wrong?!
It took me a moment or two of glancing back and forth between my watch, the arrival time on the satnav and the car clock before the penny dropped ... my satnav was still on British Summer Time and I wasn't 10 minutes late ... I was 50 minutes early!
|It might have been budget accommodation but it was very beautiful|
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P.S. If anyone knows how to reset the clock on a TomTom Go 520 please let me know because it's still stuck on BST!