I swear I’ve almost been blown over in my wheelchair this week. You’re a lot more stable on legs, let me tell you. And soaked, twice.

On Saturday Hobbit Rob came to Brentford, from wherever Hobbit Land is. His train was stopped by a tree falling in front of it, on the line, so the Hobbit Express had to reverse back down the line and then he had to get off altogether…. and catch a bus. Then another bus…. so he got to me no less than 5 hours late.
He’d never been to a football match ( well neither had I until recently ) but he got to Fortress G Tech stadium for just after half time.
I wasn’t allowed to leave the stadium and then re- enter so the next challenge was ‘ would Rob find the right door and then find me?’
To my amazement, he did though, and then he witnessed the ( joyful ) demolition of Newcastle.
They came to West London expecting a win ( and tbh i imagine everyone in Brentford thought that might happen.. ) but NO ! 4-2 to us. Result.

Then, slightly bizarrely, Robbit and I had ticket s to see Starlight Express in Wembley. It was his choice, not mine, I hasten to add.
I’d carefully explain to Robbit how to get to Westminster tube station from Brentford, as he isn’t that familiar with things like trains that go underground, through tunnels.
I had to go a different way because lots of stations aren’t accessible to me.
Sharing live location is always very useful to me, so i know where someone is as they approach, particularly as we are often obliged to go by different routes. We did that as we left Brentford stadium.
40 minutes later I was in Westminster.
Robbit however was still somewhere near Brentford, not really having moved at all.
I think I was in Westminster station for an hour, whilst Robbit got on the wrong train, went the wrong direction altogether, realised, got off, went back to where he started, missed another few trains etc etc.
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It’s ever so often the case that the fella in the wheelchair gets to the destination way before the person without the ‘ challenges’. Go me.

Anyway we got to Wembley eventually, where everyone was being blown all over the place.

The show was very camp, a bit short on a plot, but good skating skills… having a lot of red wine made up for everything that wasn’t as good as it might have been.

All in all a good day, and lovely to have my hobbit with me, no matter that he did make me wait hours by getting lost etc. Bless him.