When I booked Irma and the kids's train tickets, I never thought that they might have to transfer at some point, as I always used The Great Western Flyer, and it always went straight to Stirling, and then to Glasgow, it's last stop.
I was elbow deep in dough, making scones for Irene, when my phone rang, and a very small voice on the other side informed me that Irma was completely devastated! The train from Kings Cross had run late, causing the three travellers to miss the transfer to the one to Glasgow, and they were now standing at the station, watching the trains come and go, not knowing what to do!I told her to go to the office and find out what could be done, and she said that they were actually now on their way there.
The long and the short was that they now had to wait till late afternoon for the next train, and would only be in Sterling at about ten that evening. But that the train couldn't stop at Stirling, there being a lot of work done on the lines, and would go straight through to Glasgow. But, Irma assured me, not to worry, as there was a bus that would bring them to Stirling, and they would be there at about eleven thirty.
I finished my shift and rushed to Stirling, very excited now, as I would love to spend some time with my kids and show them my special places. The bus from Glasgow came in, and I had my widest smile on, but  there was no sign of the kids! I squinted to see inside the bus, but by now it was empty, and my poor heart started missing a lot of beats, as this was the last bus from Glasgow!
I tried Irma's phone but there was no answer, and I was just about to bally expire from worry, when my phone rang. It was Irma from a pay phone, informing me that it took them such a long time to find the stop where they had to board the bus, that again they just saw it's tail lights disappear by the time they got there.
I was now in a tizz, as with the little Panda overheating when stopping and starting, I couldn't fetch them, and anyway, I would never find the station!
I said that I will drive back to Strathyre and fetch Liz from her bed, but remembered just in time that ten to one she would not be in a condition to drive, so I told Irma to find a hotel for the night, but said if they couldn't find a place to sleep, I will wake the Boys, and maybe one of them could fetch them.
They did find a place, and Kiana couldn't stop talking about the backpackers where they found accomodation, where some guy's underpants was hanging above her head on the bunkbed, to dry. Kristani was just on about the kids on the street the previous night, who were so drunk and unruly, and did a lot of vomiting, and she had actually to step over a lot of this.
The next morning I went to Stirling to fetch them, and was I relieved when the bus came in an I saw three happilly smiling faces peering from the window!