Travel home day. We had packed what we could the night before leaving only the stuff we needed out, so having got ready the rest went in the case and backpacks and off we set. We got the bus to the station and after finding our correct bay we got on the coach to London.
This of course is where it all went to pot.
Protesters in London again blocking Earls Court Road which meant our return bus was stuck in it. And the next one after ours. In the end both replacement buses went at 3.15pm, instead of 1.30pm and 2.30.pm respectively.
I have been trying of late not to let my anxiety get the better of me, and refused to get angry about it. So we sat in the seats and waited. When the replacement bus and driver arrived we queued patiently and the girl who was sorting it all out, spotted me walking with a stick and came forward and got me on the coach, which was very good of her.
We settled in to seats as you do, and this rather large girl came up, barking at us that we were in 'her' seats... We explained that there had been no reserved signs on them, but she waved her phone at us and said she didn't care. Kev got agitated, as I did, because by now there were no double seats available near the front so I could get off easily. A lady sat opposite her offered me the seat next to her and Kev sat in the one in front. So problem solved. Normally I'd be fuming, more from the way she spoke to us than anything, but, you know what? I looked at her, and it was all a bit pathetic really. She was a young lady of at most 20, she took up more than one seat and a quarter of the other. She couldn't fasten the seat belt over her corpulent figure, and she put her tote bag beside her. She had probably had a crap life being taunted about her size, and hid behind being hostile. So instead of giving her daggers, I looked at her pitifully. She continued to eat throughout our journey back... Again probably a defence mechanism. Poor sod.
I got talking to the nice lady sat next to me, and Kev was chatting to the one he was sat with. By the time we got to Nottingham both of us were chilled out, and it felt so much better that sitting there holding a grudge, or getting wound up about something none of us could alter. That's like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.
We got off the bus and she went past us, looking definitely at me, and I just smiled at her, again with a touch of pity, she at least had the decency to go red and look away.
We got on the Cotgrave easily enough and were soon home. With lots of cuddles for Willow, and Charlotte popped round in case we were later back than we thought.
It's been a lovely holiday and the good thing is we are not back to work until next Saturday, so a nice day with Willow is on the cards.
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