BIRTHDAY SURPRISES!
I have had a hectic weekend and now feel totally exhausted. I can't say things went smoothly. I felt so sorry for my sister, who had arranged the weekend of surprises, only to be scuppered by the DLR closing the main railway route that we needed to use, for repairs. Add together that it was Black Friday weekend, the England versus Tonga rugby match was being played and Little Mix were performing at the O2, our time out and about in the city was somewhat fraught. Our initial trip from Canary Wharf to Greenwich was supposed to take 15 minutes. It took us an hour and 15 minutes! However, we did manage to get to The Theatre Royal, Drury Lane by the skin of our teeth.
The show she'd booked as a surprise was 42nd Street and it was BRILLIANT!
Beautiful costumes, amazing sets and incredible dancing. We were seated in the Grand Circle which gave us a terrific view of the stage.
I loved the interior of the theatre.
My pics of the interior were poor, there's a surprise, so I took this from the internet.
I was told that on Sunday there would be another surprise and that we would have to be at Canary Wharf by 10am. My sister and niece were in cahoots and kept chuckling. I was getting a little worried as all they said was that I would absolutely love it. As we arrived at our destination, my sister ran on ahead, which confused me. I walked into the area she'd entered to find her beaming at me like an idiot. I couldn't see what the surprise was for a second but then looked to my left. There stood my gorgeous girl! The idea was that she would come to the show, but unfortunately, she had to work. Bless her, she'd finished work at 2 am and then was up at 7 am to travel down to see me. Of course, I blubbed like an idiot, but it was so good to spend the day with her and my sister and niece. We had lunch at the Brasserie at The Tower and a bit of sight seeing before I had to say goodbye to my girl and she and her cousin headed off to their respective homes.
The transport curse continued on our journey home as our connection was cancelled and we were delayed for two and a half hours at Westbury. There were about fifty passengers, who were a little less than happy. We were sure the staff were hiding, because there wasn't anyone around. Eventually, a railway representative appeared to reassure us that they would be providing a coach to get us to our respective stations. After about an hour, two mini buses turned up from Bristol, that only had 16 seats each. You had to laugh, it was like a farce. In the end, they had to lay on taxis for everyone. It must have cost a small fortune to get us home. Apparently, the cancellation was due to them not having a driver for the train, probably because the pay wasn't enough!
Despite the travel hiccups, we had glorious weather, which helped. We all said how much more horrendous it would have been in wet and windy conditions, but did actually laugh most of the time at all the disasters...well, it's the British way after all!
I have had a hectic weekend and now feel totally exhausted. I can't say things went smoothly. I felt so sorry for my sister, who had arranged the weekend of surprises, only to be scuppered by the DLR closing the main railway route that we needed to use, for repairs. Add together that it was Black Friday weekend, the England versus Tonga rugby match was being played and Little Mix were performing at the O2, our time out and about in the city was somewhat fraught. Our initial trip from Canary Wharf to Greenwich was supposed to take 15 minutes. It took us an hour and 15 minutes! However, we did manage to get to The Theatre Royal, Drury Lane by the skin of our teeth.
The show she'd booked as a surprise was 42nd Street and it was BRILLIANT!
Beautiful costumes, amazing sets and incredible dancing. We were seated in the Grand Circle which gave us a terrific view of the stage.
I loved the interior of the theatre.
My pics of the interior were poor, there's a surprise, so I took this from the internet.
I was told that on Sunday there would be another surprise and that we would have to be at Canary Wharf by 10am. My sister and niece were in cahoots and kept chuckling. I was getting a little worried as all they said was that I would absolutely love it. As we arrived at our destination, my sister ran on ahead, which confused me. I walked into the area she'd entered to find her beaming at me like an idiot. I couldn't see what the surprise was for a second but then looked to my left. There stood my gorgeous girl! The idea was that she would come to the show, but unfortunately, she had to work. Bless her, she'd finished work at 2 am and then was up at 7 am to travel down to see me. Of course, I blubbed like an idiot, but it was so good to spend the day with her and my sister and niece. We had lunch at the Brasserie at The Tower and a bit of sight seeing before I had to say goodbye to my girl and she and her cousin headed off to their respective homes.
The transport curse continued on our journey home as our connection was cancelled and we were delayed for two and a half hours at Westbury. There were about fifty passengers, who were a little less than happy. We were sure the staff were hiding, because there wasn't anyone around. Eventually, a railway representative appeared to reassure us that they would be providing a coach to get us to our respective stations. After about an hour, two mini buses turned up from Bristol, that only had 16 seats each. You had to laugh, it was like a farce. In the end, they had to lay on taxis for everyone. It must have cost a small fortune to get us home. Apparently, the cancellation was due to them not having a driver for the train, probably because the pay wasn't enough!
Despite the travel hiccups, we had glorious weather, which helped. We all said how much more horrendous it would have been in wet and windy conditions, but did actually laugh most of the time at all the disasters...well, it's the British way after all!
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