43. Train to Wales

We left London behind and caught a train to Wales. Lenore had never been on a train before. I have, but only once when I was little. It was a three-hour ride, but I didn’t get up to use the toilet once. This is probably because of a deep-seeded fear of train lavatories. The last time I was on a train, I accidentally locked myself in the lavatory and I was too young to work the mechanism to unlatch it. As my parents weren’t the most mindful, it took them a while to notice I was gone. Then chaos ensued as they went searching for me, but as I was quiet as a mouse—and mostly still am—no one had seen where I’d gone. The train people got involved and asked my mum and dad a lot of questions. My mum was so hysterical at that point, the worker even asked her if she was sure she had a son. When they discovered where I was, they had to wait until the next stop to find a janitor who could get the door open.