22/02/2016

Back to bus

A broken car leads me onto the lunchtime bus in among a few free bus-pass chums with all their subdued chatter about hip replacements, heart bypass operations and fittings for new teeth. Oh and a pretty young girl sitting in her social media bubble of selfies and LOLs and FFSs... I can see over her shoulder… while what is apparently called music streams up the wires leading into her ears. The sheep in the field by the bridge run away startled as we bump past, and I don’t blame them.