I think last night was one of the worst nights of my life. It started with a happy trip up to liverpoool...and ended with my mother, sister and I racing across the country to get back home.
Long story a little bit shorter, Liverpool University had their open day today, so were were going to go up to see it. Because it was so far away, we were going to drive up friday night, stay at my mum's fiancee's in Staffordshire, then make the last bit of the journey by train in the morning. Well, as my mum damaged her elbow and can't drive, David, my mum's fiancee, decided he would drive down and take us back to Stafford.
Cue one of the most /frightening/ car journeys ever. We nearly crashed into stationary traffic on the motorway at 70 mph because David 'forgot' to slow down, as "we were distracting him". Bracing yourself for a full on collision is not being distracting, idiot. Once we reached his house, we realised that he hadn't cleaned since he moved in two months ago. /At all/. It had been agreed before that me and my sister would be sleeping in a 'cabin' in the garden....which turned out to be a shed. A shed in which there was NO WAY you would fit two air mattresses and a portable heater. So we said we'd just sleep on the living room floor, thank you very much. And what happened then was the clincher- he point blank refused to have us (me and my sister) in the house, unless we were eating. It was the shed or nothing. My mum got really pissed, and said we'd find a hotel for the evening, if David could give her a taxi number. He just left the house without a word. Got in the car, and drove off.
We cleaned up the living room a bit, and sanitised the kitchen so it was possible to cook in there, thinking that if we've cleaned up he won't mind so much if we stayed in the living room, but no. He came back, asked my mum if she'd decided what she was going to do, and my mum asked again if we could stay in the living room. He refused, saying it "wasn't his job to pander to us". So we gathered together all our stuff, and started walking to the train station, intending to get the next train back to london. We managed to get a train to Euston, and then a train home from King's Cross, still carrying all our baggage (made slightly easier by the luggage trolley we stole from Euston station 8D!). We got quite a few weird looks as we trudged through the streets of London at 1am looking like we'd just done a runner.
The worst thing, though? Just as we were leaving David's, my little brothers showed up. It's a bid depressing when a ten year old can see /exactly/ what's going on, but his father can't. :<