Love a good list. Can't go wrong with a good list.
Saturday a.m.: Pack bag, sticking rigidly to list. Must obey the list. The list says I need my registration form. The registration form says I need my passport to collect my number. Find both and place securely in handbag for Expo later. Check once more that registration form and passport are securely in handbag. Finish packing kit bag.
Get on bus:
"May I have a free journey to London, please? It says on the website I can because I'm running the marathon."
"The London Marathon. I'm running it. See, I have the form here." Wave registration form triumphantly in driver's direction.
"Dunno what you're talking about. You'd better get on anyway."
Sit down, check carefully to put registration form back in handbag with passport. Good times. I am running the marathon and have almost managed to convince the nice bus driver of this fact.
Saturday p.m.: Make it to King's Cross to meet friends off Edinburgh train. Go for a 30p wee in station loos (30p! No loo roll or working taps either). Marvel at how busy and important everyone looks. Make our way to Expo at Excel centre, making full use of Oyster cards (they make you feel like a busy, important London-type, rather than provincial nobody). Check passport and registration form are still securely in handbag.
Arrive at Expo, follow queue of people. Can't go wrong with a queue, nor a list. Arrive at registration desk to collect number and breathe sigh of relief that both passport and registration form are still in my handbag.
Excellent organisation. Well done me.
To be continued...