So Shirley arrived safely back in the UK. I cycled out of the airport into the arms of my Mum, Dad, Steve and Fi and Fergie – as in Royalty (who ended up writing the foreword to my book.)
I then was asked to do a couple fo talks and stuff. I was going to the outdoor show in Durham and thought Shirley would be a good distraction from my rosy face when giving the talk so took her along with. i also had some posters that Interhealth had made up as marketing using my photo’s so took a few of those along too.
I was so sure I’d leave the rolled p photo’s on the train (like I have done every umbrella I have ever touched) and when changing at doncaster was super pleased to feel them in my grasp.
I got on my second train and the guy picking me up the other end said he’d sorted a big car to pick Shrley and up in.
“Oh shit!!!”
“What?”
“I’ve left Shirley on the other train.” I’d remembered my posters but forgotten my beloved. I’d managed to get her all the way to southern Indian in one piece but could manage two train rides with her. I gues bikes aren’t meant for trains. Neither am I.
So I went on to give the talk without my Shirley – but with an awesome tale to get the ball rolling. Shirley had her own adventure in Glasgow but is safely back in my house now!!
I’d like to think I’d learnt my lesson but suspect she’ll be on another solo adventure before time is out!!
