We did get to London although it was touch and go.
My friend who now lives in France was visiting her daughter in Leicester. We arranged to meet half way, in London.
He was tired when he woke and would have liked to stay in bed longer.
The taxi was booked for 10.10am.
While we were waiting the questions and anxiety began
"Do we have to go?
What time will we get there?
How long will we stay there?
Why couldn`t they come here to Manchester?
Why couldn`t we meet them in Manchester?
How long will the journey be?
How much will it cost?
It`s too much money.
It`s cheap.
Who are we meeting?
Who are they anyway?
We have to go, we can`t let them down."
The taxi came on time, the train was on time, we sat and relaxed.
"What time will we arrive?
Where are we going?
What time did we leave?
How much longer?
How will we find them?"
So we arrived. They were there to meet us. We went for lunch.
It was a leisurely lunch. It was busy so the service was slow but it suited us, we were in no hurry.
But
"They have forgotten about us.
If they don`t serve us soon we`ll find somewhere else."
We got chatting to a couple of Australians at the next table.
My friends took pains to include Dhiren in the conversation, reminiscing about old times.
After lunch we had a wander. We wandered round to Buckingham Palace, the nearest sightseeing landmark to Victoria Station.
Dhiren began to tire so we made our way back.
Our friends led the way, not being used to our slow pace but trying very hard to adapt.
We followed behind, but Dhiren kept pulling me back.
S " What are you pulling me away for?"
D " We are the hangers on."
S "No we are not. They are our friends, we are with them."
D " Did they come from Australia?"
We returned to Victoria and said our good-byes.
D " Thank goodness for that."
S "Are you tired?"
D "I am extremely tired."
The train that was timetabled for Sunday on the website was not running. We had to wait 45 minutes for the next train.
We found seats.
Dhiren wanted the toilet. He had problems with the turnstile. The attendant helped him.
I told him to sit with my bag and mind the seat while I went.
When I returned he was in a different seat. Someone else was in our seats.
D pointing " Isn`t that our seat?"
S "It`s anyone`s seat. As long as we have somewhere to sit we are all right."
D turning to the man besides him "I`m sorry."
Man "That`s all right."
I smiled my thanks to the man.
He had a short nap on the train.
As we neared home he had no idea where we were or where we were going. He thought we were going to Jamui, to Manchester. He was unable to visualize our home. He said he`d know it when we arrived.
Paul texted to say he would meet us at the station.
D " He hasn`t got a car. He hasn`t got enough money for a car." [Was Dhiren thinking of him as a student?]
He did recognize home when we arrived but thought it was the home of his childhood.
It took him until 9 or 10 oclock to find his bearings and he sat quietly reading his magazine.
This morning..........
D "Where are we going today?"
S "Nowhere."
D "I thought we had somewhere to go."
S "We went to London yesterday."
D " Not today?"
S "No. Today we are having an easy day."
D "Are we staying at home?"
S "Yes. You can go back to bed and get up whenever you want."
D " Thank goodness for that."
And he is back in bed.