In the shadow
Of resilience
Change
Like the hue
Of the leaves
Gives me hope
Enough to
Chase the
Pot of gold
At the end
Of your rainbow
The colors
Of grace
Illuminate the soul
Of this weary
Wee lad
And bring
The countenance
Looking for
The bright beginning
Leave my anxiety
At the door
And give me
Faith
To trust
Everything
Will be alright
We are going by train. The journey normally takes just over two hours. For two of us the return package has cost £85 using our "Two Together" railcard to reduce the cost. I don't think that is too bad. We will be coming back to Sheffield on Sunday afternoon.
On the outward journey, our train will terminate at St Pancras Station and then we will make for the London Underground then it's twenty minutes to either Barons Court, Fulham Broadway or West Brompton. Probably the latter from where we can catch a bus along Lillie Road to the north of Fulham where Zach lives.
We sleep up in the attic with its nice en suite but neither of us are keen on the bed up there. Its a futon that sits very close to the floor and is quite hard too with a fairly thin mattress. The Japanese may be brilliant at designing and producing electrical goods and motor vehicles but when it comes to creating comfortable beds they clearly have a lot to learn.
Let's just say that I am very glad there are no known YouTube videos in existence of me getting up off that futon in the middle of the night. It would be like watching a bloated sealion rolling off the rocks in a gale of laughter.
Anyway, I must dash. We have a train to catch. Toodle-oo!