Ohps

well after nine plus years on the bus journey I finally did it..

did what you ask?

forgot to get off the first bus

only noticed at the business park which comes on the route two stops after the littering incident.

I had to get off, cross the road and wait for the same number bus going back on the route I had just travelled.

Get off at the church, cross the road and wait for the red bus and back on track for work.

I arrived late to worried colleagues who are used to me getting in before them

There was some amusement at my scenic route into work and my abstraction from the passing world.

Political rhetoric

or drunken ramblings...

more of the latter than the former I fear took place on the second bus home tonight.

One passenger was full both of a strident conviction on how all should vote in the up and coming referendum on Europe and copious amounts of alcohol.

He very loudly declared his position and his rather drastic solution to those who would consider voting contrary to his stance.  He was scathing in his denouncement of the political party he stated he had long supported and which he felt was lost ruined and a wast of space for not being in agreement with him.

It was sort of embarrassing, there were those who initially chuckled their discomfort others attempted to ignore him in the hope he would quiet down and a few wanted to engage in discussion until they realised there was too much vino fuling his in veritas.

At last, blissfully he departed there was a moment of peace then a lone voice chirped up, what was he on about?  A pause, and a voice from further up the bus came the reply, the EU vote in or out..back came the original questioning voice so what is that then?

There was an incredulous part of me wondering how at this stage that question could be asked  that was tinged with envy, how had they managed to avoid the seaming neverending  news reports, political broadcasts, TV programmes, there has been many a time I wish I could have done so.

Oh and was I informed or influenced by the man on his soap bus? 

NO!.  

(although some time later and in retrospect, the nation voted as he wanted and the party he disparaged are indeed in some considerable difficulty, who would have thunk it!)

Time moves on

and a glimpse of  Matilda/Madeline and the comparison no longer holds true, hair a bit longer, lighter and her face has changed.

Possibly more noticeable to me not having seen her for some time than it might otherwise have been.

She has also been in the wars, sporting a cast on a broken arm.

The changes in my travel routine and times and I rarely see many of the bus friends at all, not the purple coated ladies, or the shop girls or the shoe lady.  I have not seen the author for a long time either.

Other way lady I still see either walking or running most mornings.

No fur, no feathers

wish they were a figment of my imagination!

With a slight change to my routine I don't get the bus, I walk to work a couple of days a week.  Sometimes I cut through the bit of park in the town centre.

There are occasional glimpses of  rabbits and grey squirrels, however they are shy and I can never catch them on camera (well at least not so anyone can see what the picture is supposed to be of) (feathers-fur-and-figments-of-imagination). However, there is one regular inhabitant of the dene that regrettably is not shy, holds still for a photo and I wish it was not the case.

yes the shopping trolley.