Wednesday, 18 January 2012

#181: Bus

The #8 bus to Stone Road comes down our street now; the stop is about 20 yards away from our doorstep.

In the past I would have thought, "Stinky, noisy bus! There goes the neighbourhood."

But my first thought was,  "How convenient!  When I'm not able to drive the car or walk into town, the bus is right there."

Thinking like a retiree is becoming much too easy. 



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