Herself returned from London yesterday after a busy 36 hours.
She was up at 6 on New Year’s Eve. She took the ferry to Holyhead; then the train to Crewe; then caught the London train. Then when she got to London, it was still too early to go to her party; she had to get the early ferry because the later one would not have made the London train. She considered visiting her aunt, uncle and cousin but London is so vast that she felt that she would only have arrived and then she would have to turn around again. So she went to a three hour film about Mrs. Tchaikovsky (in Russian, naturally) and at the end it turned out that it was all made up. She now arguably knows less about Mrs. Tchaikovsky than when she started and she was still early for her New Year’s Eve party.
I am happy to report that the party was a great success.
At 2 in the morning the airline notified her that her 9.30 am flight home was cancelled and she eventually got home at 7.30 in the evening.
All I can say is that it’s good that the party was enjoyable, but I can think of literally NO entertainment which would make me go through that. Insert your own thoughts about the fortitude of youth here.