inspired by the 42 bus

It was the 42A bus actually, but they both go our way. We had been busy in the stock room all day and were looking forward to being home again. We are not quite sure if the bus was half an hour late, or if the next one was on time. In any case, we were pleased to climb onto a warm bus out of the rain, and fifteen minutes later, we were crossing the road into The Crescent. The stars, Santas and reindeer welcomed us back, and, once inside our front door, Polly was waiting for us to light the fire.

There's no place like home!