Sunday 21-09 - crazy day, again

The morning started out so nicely. Mum, Karen, Aiden and I went to Summerset house for coffee. We sat in the sun and read the paper. We also took a look at the cyclists. Today was a once a year event. Many of the main roads in London were closed off, with huge crowds cycling around. It was bike day in London, everyone seemed to be having such a great take just biking around.





We got a phone call from Grandad. There had been a fall at the Holbourn tube station. We couldn´t believe it. It seemed impossible. Months ago my Bobba tripped while in London and needed a hip replacement. We were still all recovering from it. Now my other gran had done the same thing. Like a dream.

We packed up and walked quickly to the station where she was waiting at the station master´s office. We heard an ambulance coming from behind us and driving past. The last thing we needed was for gran to disappear in an ambulance before we got there. Then we saw Dani whose was walking to meet us at Summerset house. She was cheerily strolling towards us with her headphones on. She hadn´t heard her phone ringing. I ran and got her attention.

¨Dani! gran fell at the station. We have to get there before the ambulance¨.

She was very confused as I pulled her along. We ran up to the station as the ambulance stopped and made our way into the office. Gran was sitting there. She had tripped on the escalator. Luckily there were only superficial cuts and no serious damage. She was only a little shaken up.

The paramedics led her to the ambulance to take a better look at her. They tested her blood pressure which was a little high but to be expected. They wanted to take her to hospital to proper tend to the wounds and make sure they didn´t get infected. Eventually we convinced her to go to the minor injury department. Grandad and mum went with her.



Karen and the three of us didn´t really know what to do with ourselves. We had some sushi and walked around for a bit. We got a call that there was no hold up at the hospital and they were on their way back. So we waited in a park until then and met them at Pizza Express. Having had already eaten, I shared a pizza with Josh. We dropped the grandparents off at their hotel.

We walked slowly back to the flat. Bikes were riding everywhere. A pack of young kids rode past us, fast and noisy. They were riding all over the place. One of them called ¨they coming!¨. The kids dropped the bikes where they were and scattered in all directions. The bikes lay all over the place, wheels still spinning. They were all gone except for a young girl in a white dress, who looked about 10 years old. She quickly sat at an outdoor table of a nearby cafe. She picked up a mug left on the table. Mum fetched the one bike off the rode so it didn´t get crushed. A minute or so later a police car slowly turned the bend. It was clear that these bikes did not belong to the kids.

Karen called across the street to the little girl in the white dress.

¨Whose bikes are these¨

She replied ¨I don´t know, I´m just sitting here drinking my coffee¨

¨I don´t think so¨

She looked at us, dropped the mug and sprinted down the street.

Another worried boy came along to fetch one of the bikes. The other bike we left with the coffee shop.

What an interesting day.

In the evening we took the grandparents out to a pub for beer and nachos. We chatted about our travels and about their travels.