It's the first Sunday in the Month that means it is time to tell a story. It can be any story you like with or without photos but when it is done link it to Sian's blog so we can all enjoy it.
Sian has given a suggestion for the subject this time 'A dark and stormy night' but you don't have to follow that if you have other tales to tell.
So are you all sitting comfortable? Then I'll begin
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was raging and thunder roared and the lightening lit the sky. I was about 7 or 8 and I loved storms, I love to stand at the front door and watch the sky, counting the seconds between the flash and the roar.
But not this night, Oh no, I was very upset, I was not enjoying it at all. No standing at the door for me that day. The lights in the house kept going off then a few seconds later come back on again, and I just felt that our plans were in tatters. You see we were supposed to be going away for the weekend and I was so worried that the storm would stop us going. I think Dad must have said that with all this rain the trains wouldn't be running, he was only kidding but I always believed everything he said. Mum reassured me and of course the next day dawned bright and sunny and we were ready to go.
I used to love the journey first we caught a double decker trolley bus to Leytonstone underground station, of course Alan & I made a scramble to go upstairs and grab the front seat. Next was the underground train, changing at The Bank onto another underground train and arriving at Morden Station, to catch another bus out to my parents' friend's place. Quite a journey to undertake with two children just for a weekend.
In later years Dad had a car so the journey was far more relaxed, and it did mean that we were not restricted by time tables. Alan and I used to fall asleep on the back seat coming home again.
Just had to google for a trolley bus these do bring back memories of having to wait ages for one then several coming along together
Why not climb up to Sian's place High in the sky and see who else has a story to tell.