I was going to head to the train station on the earliest available Tube train this morning, but late-night updates to the Eurostar website yesterday stated that they would be running almost all their services to Paris, so I let myself sleep in till 7 a.m.
By the time I got to St Pancras at 8:15 a.m., there was a line of passengers just inching out the building into the annoying rain. But Eurostar staff were also hustling everyone with tickets for 8-something trains into the check-in area, so very soon I was indoors, in a moving line, and eventually being offered complimentary tea or coffee and croissants by more Eurostar staff. I texted my mother immediately, so she wouldn't worry about me freezing in a queue outdoors.
Soon enough it was call time for my 10:25 a.m. train. Check-in, security check, passport check, boarding, blah blah blah. And before I knew it the train was pulling out of the station. There were even a couple of empty seats in my carriage, so I could plonk my bag (the one with all the electronics) on the seat beside me.
So I made it to Paris and the train pulled in only half an hour late. The toughest part of the journey turned out to be schlepping my three bags up and down the stairs in the London Tube and Paris Metro. Oh, and I forgot to pack my comb.