Day 759 Happy bus

6th September 2019

I needed a different space, I’ve been looking at the same things for days, I needed to get out, so I took the oldie’s bus to Bath.

The day was not great, but I was dressed for any eventuality. That was tested as soon as I got off the bus. I went to open my umbrella, and immediately it was blown inside out, the fine cotton threads attaching the fabric to the frame snapped. It is a sad sight to see when it happens to anyone else, but totally tragic when it happens to me.

Fortunately the rain didn’t last long, so the fight with the flapping fabric was short lived. As I walked up through the town from the bus station there were these individuals strategically positioned up the street ready to spring on any unsuspecting individual innocently stopping to answer some of their questions.

I have learnt to spot these people, usually young men and women with clipboard. It is fatal to make eye contact as they sense your vulnerability. I send out waves of hate ahead of me, that usually clears a path.

Once that hurdle has been achieved I can enjoy my day out.

I made my way to the post office only to find it closed, and redirected to an area I had just walked from. I also needed a new saucepan, I have managed with one for quite a while, but decided that it is more normal to boil things at the same time, rather than one at a time.

Then I had to remember which size I already had, they all look different hanging on the rail, and is it normal to have several pans the same size, or should they be different?

I stood there for a while just looking at the different pans, transfixed, in a coma-like condition. I could have stayed there all day, but I made my decision and chose a larger one, now I can cook a large can of baked bean in one go.

I went into Paperchase, to look around. I love paper, writing pads and journals, I have so many of them already, but there is something about a new note book that lures me into the place. I resisted, and as I left there was a downpour, furiously I fought with my flap of cloth to protect me, fortunately it stayed up for the minute or so that the shower lasted.

I had lunch in the Chapel cafe, my treat for endure the bus journey.

I headed back to the bus station to join the hordes of grey topped people waiting for their transportation.

This is an amazing perk, and although I mock it, I appreciate what it gives to older people, I can’t wait to get old myself.