front 12 April 2011
I am basically a big child, and one of my favourite things is to sit upstairs in the front seat on a double decker bus. Today was a big bus day and it started incredibly well when I could have my favourite spot on my way onto town. But 2 stops from getting off a mum and dad and 3 small people got on and had to sit behind me – so I did what was only right, I let the kids sit in the front seat. I swear to you, the DELIGHT they showed was worth so much and it has set me up rightly for the day.
Later, I had one of those almost apocryphal moments waiting at a stop when 3 of one particular bus turned up in a little convoy. And, no, there hadn’t been a 145 in a while nor was there a single one in the time afterwards while I was awaiting my own chariot.
I was almost deafened by a woman SCREECHING ‘Leah’ at her daughter as I passed her nearer to home but perhaps I had frightened her ‘cos my mouth was all numb and therefore I didn’t quite notice the runny nose above it upon my fisog – can’t have been a palatable sight…(and there ain’t no dignity in involuntary snotting, ever…)
