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Graduation Day
Luce Smith, Features Writer
Mortar Board photo by David Morris
I'm still in limbo in terms of my commute, but next week, it all kicks in. My house is almost done, I now am able to use my bathroom, so long as I don't mind the grouting on the side being unfinished, or the tiling round the window.......

I used to stress over stuff that wasn't finished, but that element of my personality has left me. Just as well I guess!

I am reunited with my Fitbit again, but it's hard not to compete with myself. Last weekend I walked 45km, somehow. It wasn't planned, but the weather was so good, that it urged me to keep putting one foot in front of the other.....I wish every weekend was like that, just walking round country roads, listening to the wildlife, dodging boy racers, and speaking to complete strangers. Happy me. The distance definitely adds up, I've walked 117km this week, and that was just commuting and a few evening sunny walks. I'm horse riding again on Monday, and might ask the horse if he'd mind wearing my Fitbit. Actually, if it's the same horse as two weeks ago, I need to have words. He seemed to think it was ok to just stop.

Abruptly.

No notice to rider at all. Luckily, I stayed on. Next time though.......

What a day for freebies that was! Got off the train and was welcomed onto the concourse with the usual daily print, and breakfast in a wrapper! I love promo days! I got two of these well known cereal makers bars and trotted off on my way.

Coming home, I arrived at said concourse, and it was afternoon tea promo time! He who does make exceedingly good cakes, was sharing his latest flavour and I bagged a very nice cranberry and oat number. Result!

Gosh he was in a rush! Waiting by the train, and the doors open. Passengers leaving the train all pile out and disappear. One very eager person on the platform can't wait. So he gets on with boarding the train whilst others are still disembarking, (I nearly wrote dismounting for some reason? Weirdo me). People look at him and their facial expressions say it all! He
doesn't seem to have any issue with it though, and carries on regardless.

Graduation day has arrived at last! Apparently, it's tradition to wear a skirt. I have followed these guidelines and am wearing a, what I call, dress. Apparently, it's going to be very busy. I might not enjoy it, but will have to go through with it now! I have heels in my bag, and nerves just about everywhere!

I've met with the olds, and we're all aboard the London train. Mum's not talking to Dad, as he was in charge of booking the tickets, and didn't get three seats together. Great, a domestic on the journey down to what is meant to be, a lovely day. There's a lady sat on the other side of the aisle, talking quite loudly to her Mum on her mobile. Dad finds this annoying, so allows himself to get up, go over to her, and remind her it's a quiet coach. I sink further into my seat. Mum looks oblivious to it, but being hard of hearing, I'd say that was a bonus right now! Family are so funny!

Next it's 'show us ya ticket' time. Dad gets the tickets out and Mum rummages through her bag to find her railcard. "Oh dash it". Dad's left his railcard at home. I say it will be ok, and given 10 days to show it at a local train station. No, no, no, Sod's law, the ticket staff member asks to see the
railcard.

I say "isn't it obvious he's a senior railcard holder? (Surely he looks the type). No, sorry, must see it. Can't he bring it to the station in the next day or two? No. Got to pay the difference in fares, both ways.

I'm annoyed. What's going to happen when the number of people with dementia, at any stage, forget things like railcards. You shouldn't be able to buy a ticket without giving railcard numbers. I paid, but will be writing.

Talking of age though, I just had to do the coffee run as we're in coach B, and the coffee lounge is coach H. It takes some doing, walking in a straight line whilst the train's going from side to side! I make it down and secretly hope I will be nearer to reaching my daily Fitbit goal! I ask for a black coffee with two mugs and get a very (expected), strange look. I tell the steward that it's for my parents, and sadly, it's what happens when you reach that 'certain age'. He smiles and goes ahead with my request.

Phew! I look at the wine and decide it's perhaps a bit early, and maybe not allowed to be drunk in the quiet coach? I will be having plenty once I arrive at the ceremony venue though! Bring it on!

More articles in this series...
Wheels
Beat The Bounce
The Luce Smith Holme Moss Challenge
Tour De Bicycles And A Fox
New Words, New Skills
Diversion
Time Flies
The Full Monty
Runnin' In The Rain
Spiders
Rant!
Olympimania
Fog On Ingleborough
Crush
Chicken Sausages
Tried To Write Several Times But....
The Yellow Line
Blueberries and Delays
Choral Tuesday
New Commute Route
Train Spotting
Street Markets and Pools
To Ghana
Back In The Saddle
Delays
Spare Change
For A Day Or Two
Mod-cons At Home?
This Week I Have Been Mostly....
Travelling Long Haul
Australia vs England...
Off We Go!
Ranting After Christmas
Approaching Christmas
Storms
Emergency Aid
Travel Tickets
This Is A Scent...
New Routines
Porridge
Graduation Day, 22nd April 2016, 12:24 PM