Good Morning Woking

This is a backblip because we were out early yesterday for the second, full-on day of our First Aid Course, so the only blip taken was out of the hotel window of this part of Woking before we went to breakfast.

Afterwards it was goodbye to the very friendly staff at the Premier Inn and across the M25 to Cobham and the Girl Guide Campsite for eight more hours of scenarios and manhandling folks.  The afternoon session was spent out in the woodland, face down in soggy leaf litter with rescuers trying to work out what was wrong with us before hypothermia was added to the list of injuries.   Then we had a ..........TEST and suddenly all these super confident folks went quiet and quaked for twenty minutes, but we all passed with flying colours thankfully.  

As we had the furthest to travel the other folks kindly waved us off without helping tidy up the Guide Hut so we turned on to the A3 and then spent 40 minutes motionless on the slip road to get on to the M25.  Once on the motorway, with all its inherent madness, my phone urgently told me of problems further along and to get off quickly and head west.  So to Oxford we drove to then discover there was an accident on the M1 where we had planned to rejoin so it was another diversion.....and then we hit the roadworks which Googlemaps did not know about - road closed overnight!  Long story short, home just before midnight.

However, I did have the most fun in a service station I have ever had!  Across the Starbucks where we sat eating sausage sarnies, was a group of eight Brummie mates who were trying to work out how much everyone owed for the petrol and the carparking and all the other stuff they had done on their weekend away - it was hilarious!  They were real characters and there was the 'just tell me how much you want and I'll pay it!' guy, then the 'but I paid for that carparking and you are asking me to put a share in' guy, the guy who laughed all the way through, the guy who went out for a fag, the guy who kept looking across to me and raising his arms in despair, and when they had worked it out the first time, one guy remembered his wallet was in the car and so they started again.  Then the one who really didn't get his maths o-level said a soppy thank you to them all for coming away with him and one of them replied, 'our pleasure just don't ask again!'  On our way out I thanked them for being so entertaining.