Wayfarin’ stranger

I had spent this morning in Denham, out the other side of London, and had a focus group to attend this evening way South (West) of London. So I got the train out to Thames Ditton, which is where I thought the group was (I hadn’t checked), then rang Hade in a panic asking for directions. She was just out the door to pick up the car from Mr Clutch, and gave me loose but correct directions, which I then misinterpreted in the pattern described on the picture above.

As luck would have it I had 2 hours to get to the group, so this little mishap didn’t cost me (if I’d been rushed I’d have made sure I knew where I was going, I think), but still, what kind of idiot turns up in a London suburb expecting to just find a viewing facility (a house, building, or something else, in which a studio lies where people can watch other people talking, through a one way sheet of glass, which is another post entirely; but I spent this evening watching people talk about credit cards and online shopping… for 3 hours)?

So there I was trudging along in the gloom. My mind wandered, as it does at these times. I was thinking about being at university, how it had really taught me how average I am. I won’t expand on the thought – and I mean average in a nice way, in that it taught me to be a bit humble (no really) – but there I am completely lost in some godforsaken part of the world (near Chopper’s I think) and I have no idea where I am or where I should be, I’m wearing posh work shoes that are designed for everything but walking, and now it’s getting dark at 5pm and I couldn’t see the house numbers of the place I’m trying to find even if I wanted to. So yes, I felt small, stupid, and angry. I’d been up since 630am working really hard at a big client presentation, and had just spent the best part of an hour wandering round like an idiot, hoping to stumble upon something which really wasn’t going to be stumbled upon without a little guidance, inspiration, or blind luck.

I got there in the end, by asking a nice lady in a florist shop.

Have I just summarised my life? I need sleep.