I'm on the committee of Methodist School of Fellowship and we meet in London about four times a year. Our May meeting this year was yesterday. I decided to catch the 9:13 train but when it arrived from Birmingham it was already full. A young Cardiff City fan gave me his seat but at every station to Banbury we picked up more and more people. Naively I had assumed that as the final was between Cardiff and Portsmouth, there would be no fans on the Birmingham to London train. I was wrong!
We stopped at Wembley and the train emptied dramatically but as the game didn't start until 3, there were still fans who got off at Marylebone. Marylebone was full of people in reflective jackets - police and security people, and lots of metal barriers. I bought myself a pasty and set of for Methodist Church House (opposite Madame Tussards). This is something I have done many times but yesterday I found that I had to stop and eat my pasty and then walk - I don't seem to be able to eat, breathe and walk all at the same time any more. Also my legs are used to walking fast and have difficulty with the fact that my breathing can't now keep up. Another of life's little frustrations.
We have just spent an hour searching the house for a pair of compasses - daughter has GCSE maths tomorrow and I didn't want a frantic panic in the morning so I insisted on seeing that she had everything tonight.
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