We were delayed going out until lunchtime because my new stuff from Art from the Heart was going to be delivered and if we weren't there it would go back to the Post Office until Monday. So once that had come we went to West Bridgeford to The Test Match pub for lunch. We hadn't been there in a while, and it will be a long time before we do again. They cocked up the food order on what was a quiet lunch trade. Doesn't give you much faith. I wanted no BBQ sauce and sweet potato fries. I got bbq sauce and ordinary fries. But I eat it ( Charlotte kindly had my fries and gave me her sweet potato ones)
We went shopping in M&S for the weekend food, and Charlotte nipped to Boots, then we got the bus back. The bus was busy so we ended up sitting apart, me on the front seat, next to a blind guy, Charlotte behind ne and Kev went to the back with the shopping bags.
Everything was fine until the driver got onto the A52, then he put his foot down. He carried on until he hit the lights at the junction before Gamston island. He rammed his brakes on and I was thrown from my seat landing almost in the buggy bay. I landed on my knees and felt sick. Three other people were dislodged from their seats too, one lady hit her face on the seat back, another was sprawled out in the wheelchair bay opposite me. The driver got out his cab and picked up the lady opposite, ignoring me, the lady behind me helped me up, and as I got up, I felt something pulling in the back of knee, and my shoulder and wrist hurt. Charlotte helped me back to my seat and the driver then slowed down the rest of the way. I was OK at first, but as the night went on, my knee swelled up and bruises started to appear. I put ibuprofen gel on my knee wrist and arm, and took my strongest pain meds.
I went to bed early.
I did contact Trent Barton and told them what had happened. They say they'll be back in touch. But if they don't I certainly will be.
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