Too Easy

 I should have known it was going altogether too well.

We were planning to head up to Bristol on Friday (always a bit of risk) but I needed my hair cut.  We calculated that if my haircut went quickly we could get on the 12.05 train which would be well in time to leave Paddington before the 15:00 "last cheap train until mid-evening" watershed.

If I wasn't as prompt, then at least we could get the 12.30 train and then be able to travel on the 15:00 train.  I booked seats on that train just in case so at least that would ensure we wouldn't have to stand.

As it was, the flying fingers of my hairdresser give me time to get to the station well before 12.00.

The train left on time; the travel across London was stress-free, we got up to the Paddington concourse around 14:10 and the train was called at a sensible time.  We found a great seat. Even the hen party (small) was jolly but not overly noisy.

We arrived at the flat at 16:15, relaxed and ready to turn the power on in the flat and go to the pub.

We got a lovely seat, the beer was fab, as it got busier we encouraged someone to share the table and they were jolly and smiley.

We picked up pies, peas and some wine and set about making our customary simple dinner.  Then we realised we'd forgotten milk.  Himself went to check the freezer and his face fell - the fridge and freezer were clearly broken, but for the interior light.

It was 8pm on a Friday and we had shopping arriving in about 15 hours.

He set about finding a replacement, I set about asking for the grocery order to be cancelled.

Stupidly, if I'd have checked the freezer for milk when we'd arrived, some of this would have been made easier - but then, we probably wouldn't have got a seat so maybe it wasn't so bad how things turned out.

This morning I was awake early so I got straight up and showered, then popped out to get milk for our coffee.

We're rather sad that the, relatively modest, contents of the freezer had to be ditched and we'll now have to be a bit careful about how we plan meals until the new fridge arrives but all in all, it was very much a first world embuggerance and, we're also lucky to have the cash available to replace the appliance (when we know what a huge percentage of adults would not be so fortunate).

 We're both feeling pretty sanguine about it now.

Hey ho.  We've got rugby, readily available beer supplies, not to mention accessible places to keep us going.  Some of this would, actually, have felt a bit more trying in Eastboune.