Buses

Aren’t they great?

As I reached my bus home at Bridewell Street this afternoon, it went to move off. Now, I’m not one for running after anything and, laden with my new jumpers (and life, frankly doesn’t get much better than that) I decided that a gently pleading look towards the bus would do the trick. And it worked! And the driver smiled and said that he always had a quick look in his mirror before pulling off.

Well, I can only thank the nice driver with the long red hair on the number one this afternoon, let’s see how the trains are tomorrow…

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