Guess we all know just how poor Dora feels, especially in the hectic lead-up to Christmas
At least she’s still smiling
Home again after a ten hour bus ride yesterday, an hour and a half on a train and another hour in my car.
I’d definitely take the bus again but with a good book. The movement made it hard to do puzzles and working on my laptop resulted in quite a few typos and doubled up letters every time we hit a bump (often). Some fellow passengers slept for most of the way and I envied them . . . I only managed a few cat-naps. Some lolled in strange positions, several snored and one young man sat bolt upright, hands neatly clasped in his lap and simply shut his eyes.
My daughter sent me a text on the way over reminding me of a childhood song ‘The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round…’
They certainly did
This vehicle isn’t going anywhere just now but, fortunately, no such dramas on the bus on my trip to Adelaide I wanted to spend the weekend with my daughter and her partner but didn’t feel like another long drive. Flights were expensive, perhaps due to the cricket test currently being held in Adelaide so I decided to take the bus. A new experience to write about! Lots of great story ideas formed as I sat surrounded by snorers and a very interesting bunch of fellow travellers so I’m sure I’ll be penning a story set on a bus very soon. I might include a flat tyre . . .
This morning when I opened a new packet of tea, just for a moment I felt that familiar anticipation from childhood when Mum would open a new packet to reveal a card featuring a picture of a bird (and when I was very young, animals). The cards had to be equally shared with my brother, of course, and there were often a few arguments which resulted in threats from Mum that she would keep them in future and Ian and I wouldn’t get any more That brought us into line!
Alas, the cards were discontinued a few years ago. I miss them and the beautiful pictures but still have my childhood collection, although it’s not complete.
I still enjoyed my cuppa though