The Journey Home…
Today’s post is all about the journey home. There was no way I couldn’t post about this it’s both funny and probably a bit appalling (my and others behaviour).
If you have been following this series you may be glad to hear this is the last in the series (your probably sick of the word Disney). If you have missed the other posts fear not you can find the links here, Part 1,Part2 and Part 3.
You have to keep in mind before reading this post the fact that once you have 2 children and require a double buggy to get about, you basically become invisible. People cannot seem to see you, your 2 small children and your beast of a pram (We have the Joie double, you can read about it if your interested in this buggy, I really recommend it, Joie Double Buggy). I’m sure all Mums with a double will be nodding in agreement.
We had (or more like I had because let’s be honest when it comes to having to wait a year for the lift or take the stairs you will be on your tod) spent a big chunk of the holiday waiting for lifts, asking people to politely move out of the way and not so politely running people over with the pram. After a while it gets to you, it wears you down!
We had a bit of a lie in on the day we were due home (8 am whoop) so it was a bit of a panic to get the last bits packed and get the kids out the door and to the train station.
We did get a very quick selfie at the spot where we got engaged all those years ago.
The photo was taken and we made the mad dash to the train station, where we then waited 50 minutes for our train (epic fail). Getting to the platform was pretty straight forward, then the train arrived.
There was total confusion, everything is in French (durr we were in France) the signage was not very clear. We were all dashing up the platform trying to get to the correct carriage, none of us had a clue how long the train would stay for.
There were crowds of tourists all standing in the middle of the platform. Trying to get past them all was not working there’s only so many times you can say “excuse me please”, I’m a little ashamed to say I totally LOST MY SHIT! The train was going to leave and we weren’t on it. I wanted to go home I did not want to be stuck in France “EXCUSE ME PLEASE” I shouted over and over only to be ignored. I get it there may have been a language barrier but shouting is universal and when you hear a loud noise you turn around and move. Well, these tourists were way too busy chatting amongst them selfs.
I could feel myself getting angry (Dan calls it incredible Kris) why weren’t these people moving. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY” I scream and started to ram their cases with my buggy.
That certainly got their attention and there were lots of foreign words exchanged. They finally moved and we made the train.
The Eurostar at Lille was much less eventful (thank heavens) and we were very happy to arrive home at Ebbsfleet.
So Il wrap my Disney series up there. I hope it’s been helpful and I hope you might have even had a small chuckle.