Big trip. Exciting times. Lovely people (them in particular). And a chance meeting on a train that is giving me gentle pleasure.
And my bus ride this morning was brilliant. I decided to get the W5 for the kind of distance I really could have walked simply because I wanted to. I was in a rush and I had luggage. And ANYWAY. A list of little pleasures about this bus.
1. It had closed its door and the driver stopped, opened the doors and let me on.
2. Then he waved me in without paying, because his machine wasn't working.
3. A man (probably no more than five years older than me) moved out of his seat to let me sit there with my suitcase, so I wouldn't have to squeeze it in. He looked like it was his pleasure to do that, so mine was to accept and say thank you.
4. Then his similarly-aged wife, who was across the aisle, said that the driver had stopped the bus for me because I had a lovely smile. I mention the age, because often it's older people who take the time to say such things, but unless they all had wrinkly pictures upstairs, these people were younger.
5. She then went into a long anecdote about how lovely their last bus ride had been, telling me about the conductor lady and all the stories she'd told about her home roots in the Caribbean, and how lovely she was.
6. We all got off at the same stop. The man courteously let me off in front of him. Some of us said goodbye as we went our separate ways.
This kind of thing is all it takes for my day to be thoroughly made.
And THEN I had a big, fat, long chat with Kim. I've missed her. She is rich like chocolate mousse, but better for you.
I missed out on a chat with Cuphead and a puppy, but I have everything crossed that this will still be able to happen this weekend.
Please?
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