A gorgeous day, a tad chilly at the bus stop, but I'd not taken a coat. Later on I was glad I hadn't.
A busy day with more chiefs than Indians but we got by, and all in it was pleasant, all my usual early regulars, including my Eeyore man, I told him I was on on holiday next week, so he said he'd leave his shopping till the weekend after. Bless. Sounds like his dog is doing better. It was heartwarming to find out he has read Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, as I made a quip and he got it straight off. He said he'd done some impossible things that morning and I came back with did you round it off with breakfast at Milliways. Lol...
Stephen came in still moaning about being in charge of his Mother-in-laws (now deceased) estate and trying to get it all done before he buggers off to Spain in a fortnight. I think he secretly enjoys it all, it's just he does like to have something to moan about.
So the day passed quickly enough, which is unusual when you're breaking up for a week. We had a bit of hassle going to the bus stop as they'd shut the one opposite work, and we had to walk to the one further up. But we made it in plenty of time as the half past was running late (again) but we timed it well for the tram down the hill and the Cotgrave was 5 minutes late, and therin lies another tale, as the driver must of thought he was Lewis Hamilton and when we got off we were there at ten to six as we should've been had he not been late in the first place. I've not be that relieved to get off a bus for ages, I'm sure I got air time out of my seat when he hit the potholes on Stragglethorpe Road...
No comments:
Post a Comment