I hate maths
We are on our way to Kings Cross Station. Much relief.
As I sit pinched in between a pack and a stroller I reflect on the morning thus far.
It has been a morning of much nausea, confusion and train station closure. We had lost so much time in our tight schedule of buses, trains and planes that I had feared we would miss our flight to Spain. The night before we had calculated “mishap and misadventure” into our plans. Crouching over various timetables and schedules we played with sums
“We can miss two trains, possibly three, never four”.
No train missed = [lots of spare time + 9.00 am airport bus + spare time + plane to spain]
One train missed = [9.00 am airport bus + spare time + plane to spain]
Two trains missed = [9.30 am airport bus (just) + plane to spain (probably)]
Three trains missed = [10.00 am airport bus (hopefully) + plane to spain (maybe)]
Four trains missed = [no plane + misery]
As I watch the grey morning whizz past, I am doing more equations in my head
Very sick shelley (see picture)= 1 slight delay
Station closure = 1 slight delay
1 slight delay + 1 slignt delay = 2 slight delays
2 slight delays = two trains missed = [9.30 am airport bus (just) + plane to spain (probably)] = ARGGhh!
I hate maths.
Can’t this train go any faster?