Lunch

Out with my homies. A catch up on life, kids, parents.... it always needs some alcohol to wash it down.

We were to get on the same bus at different locations. By the time they got to me there were two No. 11 buses due so I asked for a pic of the registration. Duly sent and seen I was looking for SJ19OXN. The bus appeared at my stop and through sunhazed eyes I got on but they weren't there up the back with the Buckfast with the other naughty girls...... They were on the bus behind. Now at my age my mind immediately started questioning how I made such a mistake, I had the Reg. I read it on the bus. Ooh errr Mrs should I be worried, is my mind playing tricks? When I got off the bus I took a photo of the registration of my bus..SN19OXM! One small line out, what are the chances?

Lunch was a delight, the city bathed in sunshine, the tourists moving in swarms buzzing with chat of all dialects and languages.

I've never known us so quiet, but much of the news was grim. Thankfully no-one started on their bunions so at least there was some relief.