Buses, buses...
Bus to Milton Keynes was packed. Market day in Leighton Buzzard (en route) and MK.
Had to sit in the whellchair/ pushchair folding seats when I got on, which I hate because you can't relax knowing you can be asked to move any time the bus stops.
Luckily I moved up the bus when lots of old giffers got off at Leighton Buzzard. Sat in front of a man with a really bronchial cough though. Thank FSM I now have short hair.
Mum saw me off which made me feel really loved.
Me at the bus stop - unaware of the phlemy future.
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