Adventures with Donny and Ian - continued

So, got back to the hotel and decided to relax a bit with a glass of wine (white, dry, country of origin unknown!), and chat a bit with those who were also staying at the same hotel. Chatted about the concert, and Merrill, who we were going to see the next weekend - more, MUCH more in my next blog, Branson, and gossip - LOL! Had a great time, but all too soon it was time I went to bed. So, went back up to my room, lights still refused to go back on, so went back down to reception at 12.30am and was told that you had to insert your card into this socket by the door and, hey presto, the lights would go on. And, do you know what?! They DID! Now, if they'd only told me that when I booked in - DOH!

Had a good night's sleep, woke up the next morning, train wasn't until 11, so had a leisurely breakfast of cereal, coffee, toast and scrambled egg (I never have this at home, just when I go away), yum!

Eventually came time for me to leave, taxi driver OK, bit animated about the Osmonds (and not particularly in a good way - never mind!), but we got to the station, and I went and waited for my train. Luckily Newcastle is also a GNER station so I knew where to go to get help, and they were really good, again they tried to get me on an earlier train, again the chair wouldn't fit through the door, so off we got again and I waited.

Eventually the train arrived, got on OK, and the train journey was pretty uneventful until we got to Darlington and then these three guys got on, and I racked my brains to see where I knew one of them from, and it suddenly dawned on me that it was Ian Botham (or SIR Ian Botham as he is now!), he didn't look particularly happy, but the previous day, some cricket manager's memoirs had been published in a newspaper and he didn't come out of it well. There seemed to be a lot of phone calls going back and fro, so I expect legal stuff! LOL! He was alright, and he was still on the train when I left at York (he lives near Doncaster). Anyway, had to make my own way to the taxi rank - good job I know York station well. Taxi was fine, home was still intact, but I had a hugely busy week ahead to prepare for my next adventure - and what an adventure!