LOST!January 30, 2013
Riding the underground is not easy at the best of times, riding it with two sleeping children in pushchairs and with line closures is just a nightmare.
The tubes were packed we were jostled and pushed and got off at our connecting station only to hear the announcer declare that the Northern line was not in service. Another tube pulls into the station so I turn around and jump onto the tube. The beeping starts and Hubby pushes Alisons pushchair on and then the doors close.
Alison on the Tube
Hubby on the platform.
A women opposite cries out “oh no that man has lost his baby”
Its alright lady she is with me but now what teh hell do I do, two pushchairs both with sleeping kids inside and no hubby. Obviously I have no reception as we are on the underground so I hope and pray that Hubby will be sensible. I get to the next station and ask someone to help me off the tube and then I wait.
finally a tube comes trundling down the line, I peer through the window and I can’t see Hubby. Where the hell is he???
The platform clears and I see him looking panicky and lost. He finally sees me and smiles. We get on another tube and make our way to Euston.
What could have been a truly traumatic experience turned out alright but bloody hell what if it wasn’t my child? What if someone had pushed their pushchair on and then couldn’t get on with it? The underground is not friendly for pushchairs and disabled people as it is but not being able to stop the doors closing or being able to open them from the inside to prevent things like this happening is a scary situation that I never want to find myself in again.