Slightly Under House Arrest day 119

If you have known me for any length of time since moving to Cotgrave my journeys to and from work have always been eventful, from vanishing buses, route changes and even a fire at the train station. This weekend was another chapter in the wonderful world of the really good bus company (NOT!)

We knew the bus was stopping at Fletcher Gate for the weekend. So we were prepared, the day before we took the tram, but without a word from the driver, the bus pulled up at the train station and he announced that was as far as he could go as they had closed the road. How about telling us sooner mate? So Kev and I got the tram ( which did run through the shut road) admittedly there was a heavy police presence but no clue what had gone on. 

Coming home was even more eventful. We got the tram to go to Fletcher Gate in order to the bus to Cotgrave. But, the bus had gone back to the stop on Beast Market Hill, so we missed the bloody thing. We had two choices. We could hang around for an hour, spend on food out, or pay for a taxi, so we did that, I figured if we eat out it would cost 20-25 quid, so paying for taxi meant we could just get home. 

The taxi even beat the bus. We had got out and paid before the bus went past...