Tuesday, 1 March 2016

a Tuesday with the Wrong Bus

So...Jboy and I were buffeted and blown this morning on our Pavement Vigil. How refreshing!!! Those were my exact words..how refreshing, I thought as my hair whipped across my face and my eyes watered. The bus arrived on time but it was The Wrong Bus with the Wrong Driver. It was a white bus...but Eagle-eye Boy spotted that it was the Wrong White Bus. He was not a happy fellow. He started to express his displeasure by trying to sit down on the wet pavement but somehow, by sleight of a handily positioned knee, I managed to 'enable' him to get on. He was duly strapped into position and off he went, clutching his cloth of choice which is today a cloth of midnight blue. It was a close shave.
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