28/11/19

Yep, so at present, I’ll be using co-dydramol and ibuprofen whilst in Paris.  Except the Ibuprofen should be off the menu because of the asthma.  But this could all change for a number of reasons.  The most current reason is the fact I’m back at A&E.  I’ve taken myself back to my birthplace to try and get to the bottom as to why my foot is swollen and the muscle feels no better.  I’d like to get a clearer picture; even if it’s only a reassuring first x-ray.  The difference between before and after work Casualty is immense.  Before, there were five of us, including the staff.  Now, there’s around forty people waiting to be seen.  And it looks like less staff.  I know we all have our priorities but I need to know if I’m still going to be okay for Paris. 

Which leads me to the second part of this frictitious episode.  My travel arrangements.  I had planned on catching an afternoon train on the Thursday and coming back on Friday. Yet, Paris was still on strike. 

And these strikes have arrived at Eurostar.  It now means I have cancelled my outward train.  I am faced with the choice of a partial refund/exchange or full refund/exchange.  I don’t see the point in keeping my return journey if I’m unable to get there, so I have requested for a full refund whilst cancelling the hotel I’d previously booked. 

My tickets were paid for and I am desperate to get to Paris this year; for I need my educational creative inspiration.  I figure it’s better to spend money I don’t have than to waste what’s already been spent which is why I have now investigated many options over many hours on how to get to Paris.  Even though my bank is emptier than the Metro during the French unlimited strikes of ’19. As I say to my boys, “wa wa”. 

And just like that, Paris was now off the menu.  For now. Which not only made me sad, but also put me in the awkwardly new position of trying any option to get to Paris. With a busted leg.

There is no way I’m not going to Paris in 2019.