August 16, 2011


The holiday is almost over and now we must leave Cornwall for London to catch our flight back to Montreal. I'm writing this to you as I sit on the train. A train I almost missed.

Yes, this morning the Huz and I got up early, rallied our three children to finish packing, eat a hearty breakfast, hug their Granny goodbye, and head down to the train station. No one argued and all was well in the world...

...until we got to the train station and I realized I didn't have my purse. A chill ran down my spine and grey shadows stomped around and rubbed their bogeys on my soul.

Folks, I ran. I ran like the wind, I ran like never before, I ran up hill, up the arcade stairs, up alleyways and up cobbled streets. Up, up, up I ran without stopping, past old ladies and prams with babies, my little heart pounding, blood vesseles bursting and lungs straining. I MUST NOT MISS MY TRAIN!!!

I thought of my poor family standing on the platform waiting for me as the train also waited... and then pulled away. What if they left without me? I ran harder.

Got to the house, gave SharkDOG one last hug, grabbed my purse and ran all the way back down to the station.

My family were all waiting for me! The train was still in the station! In fact, we had plenty of time to walk leisurely down the platform and climb aboard.

The lesson here? Nobody's perfect. Also? I'm not in as bad shape as I thought. They said I made it there and back in about 12 minutes.


  1. Yay for making the train! My bet will be on next time you won't forget your purse...that's not to say you won't forget something else, but the purse won't be forgotten!

  2. I agree with @Stephi, thinking you won't forget your purse again for a while.

  3. Your stories always make me smile!!

  4. Fabulous! Great story and your drawings tell it well too! Love to read your creations JC! Libby

  5. "Bogey soul green", ha ha it! I love the look you've given yourself for your sprint too. You really hussled those buns JC; you've still got it lady!

  6. you made good time. maybe this is a sign that you should try a marathon.

  7. Stephi and Barbara - I know exactly where my purse is right now. Still looking for the pass ports though....oops!

    Kathy - I may have invented a new colour.

    Tracie - NO.

  8. Good show. You realize of course that most wives would have sent Huz to do this. Huz would not have made the train.

  9. @Jonah, I get the feeling that she knew that. I would've sent one of the kids but they wouldn't have fared any better :P

  10. Jonah and Rendal - I didn't even think about asking anyone else to do it, just cuz it was my fault. I forgot the dang purse, so I went to go get it. I may now take up running. Maybe.

  11. And my husband wonders why I use pockets like a guy. I've lost a purse (whispers-->) or five *blush* in my life and it's scary. Your entire life is in there along with a few things like one or two sucker-candies, a mirror, and hair brush. I'm glad you got it in time. A passport is a nice thing to have when abroad.
    I'd only take up running for a good cause -- to help fund for a cure for cancer, being chased by a bear, moose, turkey, shark (yes I would run, I might even find a way to fly), or for a purse/ backpack/ something I really needed... mainly sharks. And if there was ever a turkey-shark hybrid I might never leave my house again.
    I'm glad to read you're coming back to this side of the water. I keep missing your tweets for your new posts. :-)


Cuz You Rocketh.