Getting To Windsor

Even the trip was interesting, first at Richmond ticket hall someone came up to me and said "Did you used to live in Bromley?" Yes, Then she said "you have to be Freya, you have not changed since we did Brownies together"!! Then I just missed the Windsor and Eton train, so waited for the old favourite Reading train to Stains. On that train were a group of lads who obviously knew each other but had not met up for a while. Then one went down the corridor and appeared back as a gorilla. Your everyday occurrence on the Reading train. Well that broke the ice and everyone started chatting in our portion of the carriage.

Tried scooting up the hill at Windsor, easier without a bag of props, Saturday 11.25 and their not being an occasion at the castle. When I arrived at the Guildhall the lady at the door looked at me and said "you will be wanting the loos", and pointed in the direction of them. "How did you guess?", she smiled and pointed to my bag. But I made it just in time, they had not started. Hurray.