A Minute Too Late

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

The Prince was out in Dundee last night at a supplier do. He has gone through on the train with his colleague, Sarah and they had a return ticket for the last train home.

Sarah may have had a few extra glasses of Prosecco during the evening and was absolutely hammered so The Prince rounded her up in good time, got her coat and bag and they headed outside. They had 15 mins to walk across the road to catch the train. It was all going to plan.

Until Sarah said she had to pop back inside to use the toilet. Which was a mistake. Drunk people are like goldfish and Sarah didn’t quite stick to the plan to come straight back!

They made it just in time to watch the train pull away from the station and had to get a taxi! From Dundee! To add insult to injury, Sarah slept for most of the journey (post garage stop for crisps) and the taxi driver was VERY chatty.

I did feel very sorry for him but I was howling with laughter at the thought of his face, right after they had missed the train when Sarah drunkenly suggested that they should carry on drinking as they were getting a taxi anyway!

C