Your All Ribbons and Curls, Oh What a Girl...

Tooli is coming home this weekend. She hasn't been home since she went up to Edinburgh, so we were all quite excited.

She got on the train, and text me and said "I think I'm on the wrong train".

She always does that.

However, today she was on the wrong train. Tooli was heading to Manchester.

We talked her into getting off the train as soon as it stopped anywhere. Anywhere was Lockerbie. Lockerbie is 102 miles from home. 73 miles from Edinburgh, and 71 miles from Glasgow.

The station isn't manned. It was pitch black and the next train to Glasgow was 2 hours away.

I have never been to Lockerbie. Neither has her Gran who had decided that Tooli was about to be raped and murdered.

I called the local police station to ask them if there was anywhere close by she could wait in the light.... until the train came. And I waited, and waited and waited and waited.

And then the lovely lady on the phone said, "someone is going to pop down and make sure she is okay".

So then I had to phone Tooliebelle and tell her. Believe me, if any would be murder or rapist had been nearby the noises which emanated from The Tool at that point would have scared them off. It took me about 5 minutes to calm her down, at the end of which time, she said, "Oh my god, they are here... there are THREE POLICE, mum".

I gave her permission to tell them she hated me.

So, 2 hours on, she is back on a train, after a trip to Tesco, courtesy of Dumfries and Galloway finest. Thank you so much.

She should be home soon, maybe another hour.

That is assuming she gets on the right train from Glasgow.