We (me, Mum, Dad, Sky) went to have lunch at Dad's office earlier, and met his aunt and godmother plus two other people.

Dad stayed at the office while the rest of us went to the dentist, to get my stupid bracket fixed.

The dentist said he wouldn't fix it, just snip the wire off.

While he was wire-snipping, he knocked off another bracket...fail :p

He glued that one back on.

We waited at Victoria station for Dad, because Mum needed to buy a few more things but had run out of money. 

Me and Sky said we wanted to go home first, so Mum gave us our tickets and we got on the train.

Let me just say that the sign definitely said that the train on platform 16 was going to [insert station name here].

We got on the train, and as there happened to be a security man right next to us, I checked with him that this was the train to [insert station name here].

He said it was the train to Brighton O.O

(Brighton, in case you don't know, is by the sea. And, in case you didn't know, London is two-three hours away from the sea.)

Sky gave a horrified yelp and said we had to get off.

I shushed her and called Dad, with Mum's phone which she had, thank goodness, lent us for the journey.

Dad told us to get off at Clapham Junction and take x train to get to [insert station name here].

So we got home :p

Oh, and I found a ladybird on the way. I'd been looking for a ladybird for ages so I could take some photos of it.