Life on a Lothian Bus

With my newly found 2017 insouciance regarding Blip taking, I give you a snatched image of the Scottish Parliament as the trusty No 35 bus rattled and jolted its way down the cobbles of the High Street to the shore and my yearly eye test at the furthest away location possible.
No doubt the work man in the clip is repairing the not so cost efficient Parliament building which is a never ending drain on the public purse. But I digress.

Travelling on a bus is an education in life and always produces some excitement. Our outward journey was diverted by quite a margin because of an incident in Easter Road. Why could we not be told more? The mind boggles at the scope of incidents possible but we are doomed to speculate for ever.

On the way home the bus was boarded by a foreign national, either drunk or mentally ill, who roamed the aisles as he screamed, swore in some foreign language and repeatedly banged the partition glass. When he threatened to light a cigarette, His Lordship took action, told him off and reported him to the driver. With the threat of official action after a phone call for help, the man left and the whole bus heaved a collective sigh of relief, united as one in the face of common alarm.

As to the eye test, all is well for the moment with my peepers.