Plans Made and how the Universe Laughs at Them - or Monday Syndrome

So, this is some of what I had planned for Monday:

Dropping my dear friend Reinhild off at the bus station to take a National Express coach to Heathrow Terminal 5 to catch her flight home;

Returning a very overdue book to the library (overdue as in the library had given up on it ever being returned);

Buying some Fimo from a great little art shop in Chichester so that December could then create some animals for her miniature garden;

Encouraging December to make a final decision on a photograph she wants to enter into a competition at the end of the week, so that we could get it printed out onto photographic paper and buy an appropriately sized frame for it;

Getting on with sewing June's costume for Hallowe'en;

Working on an Autumn themed lapbook with June and December.

This is what actually happened:

Reinhild, December and I arrived at the bus station 30 minutes before Reinhild's coach was due to arrive. 10 minutes after the coach should have arrived I called the National Express helpline. The automated voice told me there was a long queue so I went online to check where the coach was on it's route. To our horror, not only was the coach not timetabled but the next one due would arrive too late for Reinhild to make her flight.

I phoned the local taxi company to find out if they could manage a short notice journey to Heathrow, which they could - for a price. I already knew that the train journey would be too long so the decision was made - I would drive Reinhild to Heathrow. However, there was no guarantee we would get there in time as there was a projected 45 minute delay on the M25.

We left home just after midday (having dropped December off and picked up my eldest) with a deadline of 2pm as Reinhild had to be through security by 2.25pm if she was to be able to get on her plane.

It was a tense drive, largely through country lanes, in driving rain. We met with many sets of roadworks, adding to our sense of impending failure, so we were delighted when we joined the M25 to find that the traffic was moving smoothly.

We reached Heathrow at 2pm and Reinhild managed to get through the security checks by the deadline, which was a huge relief.

My eldest daughter and I spent the 2 hours it took to drive home having a good chat, sprinkled with laughter and silliness, which meant that I didn't, in the end, feel that my journey had been time wasted.

Reinhild had a straightforward journey after this hiccup in her travel plans and reached her destination, Düsseldorf, before we got home!