What a day! I wake a couple of times during the night thinking I’ve overslept, the last time at 6:44. I close my eyes thinking alarm will go off in 10 minutes. Dadonthebrink wakes with a fright at 7.20am, the time we’re supposed to leave. Within 10 minutes I’m in the car, driving via the loo for the morning pitstop…imagine an F1 style pitstop!
7.35 at the station, train still there. First ticket machine doesn’t work, second I’m so nervous that I mistype the code. Finally, ticket in hand, I step onto the platform as train pulls away on front of my noise.
Next train in 30 minutes, I sit for 20, then hear announcement about delays because person is hit down the line. I curse them! Then I feel really guilty. Ring Dadonthebrink in panic!
He scoops kids into car in PJs, picks up clothes, I buy breakfast. I bundle into the car and drive us into central London. We have ham sandwiches for breakfast as I drive on unknown roads with patchy signals for maps to work on my phone.
Angelina throws up said ham sandwich at the foot of the Gherkin.
We reach Northumberland avenue at 9.45. Frazzled! I bid my goodbyes. Family heads off back to Hertfordshire to Paradise wildlife park another hour driving for all, including my poor little Angelina!
I head in to learn lots, talk to fascinating people, old and new friends.
There’s a great variety of talks, I choose well and I’m not disappointed by any of the women doing the workshops and the knowledgeable Michael Underwood doing.
The sessions I come away from with real valuable learnings are about tips for dealing with the media, Facebook edgerank and what it means for my blog, a snapshot of the areas to consider in keeping my blog and my social media activity on the right side of the law and a fabulous session with the Highteacast ladies on podcasting.
All this interspersed with coffee breaks, chatting with folks I mostly only see online and a great lunch.
Without a child with me and no early bedtime I realise it’s actually perfect to have an after party! Lots of chatter serious and fun. Free alcohol is always a draw, especially delicious minty cocktails. 😉
Sitting in a corner chatting Liska and I discover we are on the same train for at least part of the journey and probably running late.
We say our goodbyes and dash for it. I’m grateful to be going with someone who knows her way and the lovely company when we realise we make it to the train station half an hour early.
90% of the people on the 23.30 train are drunk. Our luck, an extra drunk chap sits opposite us and as soon as Liska leaves me he starts wanting to have a conversation with me. He is also traveling to Hertford East. As I refuse to tell him my name he calls me Lorraine.
In Hertford I eventually find a taxi and by 0.30 I’m back to the campsite listening to the soft snoring of my Littlins.
Good night folks!
Tell me, what have you been up to this weekend? Hope it was fab!
PS I’ll write more about each of the sessions, so do come back.