Jun 19 2019

In the afternoon it stopped raining and my little box was illuminated by
glorious cascades of sunshine. Perhaps my stars were in the right position
or something but whatever the reason, everything, just everything was perfect.
I left at 5.30pm prompt, a minor miracle in itself, no overtime to , work and
proceeded  on my merry way home. Instead of my mouthful of abuse to fellow
motorists, I merely touched my hat and waved. Life was for living, I had
discovered the secret at last. I felt so snug, so warm so contented as I
rounded the hairpin at the top of the road.
“Oh hell,that bus is on the wrong side”
The moral of the story is that it sometimes pays to miss the bus.

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