Darrell and Nigel left Wembley Arena Bound first thing this morning, they were like two bottles of vigorously shaken but as of yet unopened and unexploded bottles of pop! If Darrell had checked his X Factor information once, he had checked it a thousand times, insisting on sleeping with it under his pillow for fear it got lost or even worse, stolen! What is he like?
I had offered to make them a full and robust, all encompassing lunchbox but they just couldn’t wait to go, with Darrell even wondering whether he would in fact be able to swallow anything until it was all over, heaven help me!
However, via the magic of WhatsApp I was able to see that eventually they did avail themselves of some refreshment, even if Darrell did say that he could only manage a tiny sip at a time and even that gave him hiccoughs.
To be honest, at the moment I am getting more sense from Nigel, he says that their Premier Inn is perfect, right next to the underground so no lengthy walking and with a view right across to Wembley Arena and it’s famous arch from their window.
The art work is perhaps not entirely to Nigel’s taste, and he doesn’t think Darrell has even noticed it yet.
And I am not to worry, as there is a small Lldl across the road, so while Darrell was “resting”, Nigel had toddled over to get a few provisions. I know I shouldn’t worry, but I do!