It was very cold today. I was standing at the bus stop after missing my bus (of course) . Funny how you never miss the bus when the weather is lovely, but throw down gale-force winds and buckets of rain – bus sails passed when you’re 20 yards from the stop and you’re too cold to run!
The wind was so bitter – it wrote a book about it!
Why do bus shelters no longer ‘shelter’ people?
They’ve gone from sturdy concrete four walled with a roof, to Perspex glass suspended between poles to what now appears to be one Perspex wall with part of a roof attached and a seat that a child of four would break if they dare sit on it. It looks like what I had left from a Lego kit after I’d built the ‘Death Star’ (yes, I know there shouldn’t be any bits left over – but as I said to the child that pointed this out – it’s not supposed to be ‘complete’)
I stood at the bus ‘shelter’ dithering in the rain and gales being plastered in the face with the last leaves dragged from the resisting trees and empty crisp packets for twenty minutes.
I would have been more sheltered if I’d had a bin bag wrapped around me and stood under the shower while someone held a hairdryer set to ‘full’ on my face!
When the bus arrived I was so cold I could barely get my glove off to get the bus ticket out of my pocket and the driver ‘tutted’ at me as if I was some sort of deadbeat sloth.
Got to work, my hair looked like it had been part dried in a wind turbine and then shoved through a thicket hedge. I had to sit there all day with a head like Ronald McDonald’s neglected illegitimate daughter!
Luckily I had access to a kettle, Early Grey teabags and a warm office to thaw out in.
Bring on the bus ride home!
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