This story happened a few moths before the story about Amport House http://alsdomain.weebly.com/1/post/2014/04/amport-house.html . As has already been said, for many years I have had the ability to write good stories, and this was another good example.
The story took place one Sunday morning. With it being Sunday, those of the lads who hadn't gone home for the weekend stayed late in bed -- Sunday's are always slow -- and as a result, a terrible mix-up occurred.
I have never been able to sleep later than 9:00 am -- unless I am ill, or go to bed late, as I do these days -- and as such on this day, I went down for breakfast, before returning to our room.
For some reason, I decided to go into Wolverhampton -- only 5 miles away -- and set off for the local train station. At this point, it is wise to remember, nobody saw me get up, or leave.
I got to Cosford station to find I had missed the train by a mere 5 minutes, and with the next train over an hour away, I decided to walk into town.
Before setting off, I had a sit down in the waiting room and found a cake box. For a laugh, I wrote a goodbye note to the world, you recall how they start "Dear World, it is with sad heart." Anyway, I left my note stuck in the slats of the seat and went on my way, never thinking of what was to come.
I had a nice day out, and returned later than usual -- Sunday buses -- as I walked in the room I was greeted by "Oh, Al! We're so pleased to see you're all right. We found your note, and were worried about you."
"What note?" I replied.
"The one you left at the station."
"Oh, that one. It was only a joke, as I was a little ticked at having missed a train to 'Wolves' by 5 minutes."
"But, it was so real!"
"That shows, how well I can write, if I had you thinking all day," I said with a wink. When the commotion had calmed, we had a good laugh. I promised not to scare them again LOL