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There is something deliciously old-fashioned about travelling on a train. I just love it. Today, I am writing you from the Eurostar. I am going to Paris on my own for a few hours of freedom (and shopping fix, but don’t tell me husband, he doesn’t know). No kids, no friend, no husband, just me and my iPad.
There is also something cutting-edge about travelling under the Channel, the sacrosanct boundary between France and England. That’s what the Eurostar is about: good, old-fashioned service and cutting-edge technology (that fails when it’s snowing, I have had to cancel my trips to France two Christmases in a row because of a silly technical glitch on the trains).
Anyway, today, nothing is going to deter my good mood. I love train stations and their huge structures. No fancy decorations there, just metal and bricks. A cathedral dedicated to the departure and arrival of trains.
It is early morning and I am slowly waking up, helped by loads of coffee. Life was good until I had to go to the toilets (all this coffee, you see). In order to lock the loo’s door you need to press a button (with a key on it, if you must know) on the Eurostar. There are no old metallic locks any more on this train. Times have changed.
Well, suffice to say that the gentleman in the toilet didn’t push the “lock” button and I opened the toilet door to see him standing, holding his, well, thing in both hands, and, to cut a long story short, in the middle of his wee.
How embarrassing. But I am proud to say that I acted completely normal, stayed perfectly composed and just said “hello!”. I politely closed the door and went to the loo in the next vehicle, as if nothing had happened. I can’t help thinking that before moving to London I wouldn’t have reacted in such a calm manner- I would have vented my surprise.
I think that this unexpected display of what I can only describe as British phlegm proves that I am ready to get a British passport. I even pretended that I didn’t know the guy when I came back to my seat.
Apart from this incident all went really well. Paris, here I come!
Nb: if you take the Eurostar, don’t forget to press the “lock” button. Do it for me.
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London
  • So you saw him holding his “thing” and you then cut a long story short!! You French girls are not to be messed with!!

  • have fun in Paris! A very British response to the rather delicate situation!

  • Actually, I think I’d be surprised if you did know him. I wouldn’t think anyone would have looked at the face or made eye contact enough to recognize him later. You handled it well, so to speak. You could have said “it looks like a penis – only smaller” and then closed the door!

  • I would really like to know about your shopping trip Muriel, the stores, your purchases etc.
    I enjoy train stations also. Lime Street Station in Liverpool could tell thousands of stories. I don’t know if anyone has written a book about it, but it would be an excellent idea!

  • Ah I love the Eurostar too, it does somehow maintain a little more style and calm than many of our other trains here in the UK. Sadly though much of the old-time glamour of train travel has been lost, probably at the same time they installed the push-button locks on toilet doors…!

  • That doesn’t look like a very old-fashioned train. I went through the Chunnel years ago and it was a gas.
    +followed

  • tee heee…. funny!

  • Hehehe, I really like the way you tell your stories, lol, so cool…

  • @ DC – Your instincts are right, DC : Do NOT mess with a yummy mummy!!!
    @ WorkingLondonMummy – I had fun – and was glad to come back…
    @ Thom – I like your suggestion. maybe I will try it next time?
    @ Elizabeth – I LOVE train stations. Don’t know why. Anyway, it is good to be back (don’t repeat it too loudly, but the french are a bit boring…)
    @ AccidentalLondoner – I miss the locks. I really do.

  • @ Elliott – Welcome! the service remains quite old fashioned. But not the trains. And certainly not the locks…
    @ Stacey – i was actually a bit traumatised initially.
    @ Miss Lego – Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it…

  • Seems like this was fun and a trip all by yourself that sounds like such a bliss! 🙂

    I have had fun travelling in Indian trains, though they are a little more uncomfortable but much fun anyway!