We all have our dim moments, I know, and our organisational skills may have deficits, but this one takes the biscuit. Those of you who have visited Chelsea may need to weep a little at this.
S down the road, who hates rushing, is going with friends to the Chelsea Flower Show. The Show that needs time, patience, an ability to tolerate slow-moving crowds, and a good sturdy pair of legs to walk around on, looking at all the prize-winning gardens and all the stalls, before collapsing somewhere for refreshments. Time is also needed to travel from Kings Cross station to the show grounds. Time.....
S and the group are going on Saturday, the last day. The day when at 4 pm plants are sold off, and the ordered, beautiful show turns into a scrum, a free-for-all. Great fun if you aren't going to spend over 3 hours on a train home afterwards. The day when the show closes at 5.30 rather than 8 pm.
The friend who was left to organise the train tickets has booked a (very expensive) round trip that only reaches Kings Cross around 12.30 in the afternoon, with a return that leaves around 6.30.
As our American friends would say, do the math.
S is ambicidal.
