I'm on my way to my sisters. To get there, I have to get one of two buses. The 23 or the 24.
I'm on the 23 today! My favourite! Why? It's only a bus! Only a journey!
But .... the 23 is no ordinary bus journey! You could be mistaken for thinking that, as far as Ramsthorn.
But once you reach Stillthorpe, it's a whole different ball game.
Passenger 1gets on just through Ramsthorn and greets the driver by name, there's a bit of banter between the two of them, Passenger 1 concluding with 'If I'm wrong, I'll give you a fiver!'
This robust old man with a cheeky, weathered face now sits down and greets the cheerful old couple behind him and settles into thoughtful conversation as we bounce through the countryside, green and quaint!
"Here's your friend!", remarks the old lady after 7 or 8 minutes, and only one passenger getting on and greeting them with hello then settling down with his paper!
Number One stands up to grab a free newspaper and make room for his friend. The conversation now turns around to Ken Dodd's age and chuckles are heard all around this bouncing, busy, community bus.
The ladies behind me engage in a conversation, even though they probably don't know one another.
Number One shoots me a cheerful grin. I get the impression He IS the Number One of this bus.
Every newcomer greets the driver, has a bit of a chat and is chorused with the cries of hello from the rest of the passengers!
It is like the opening scene from Mallory Towers. And I love it!
A blog of one girl, going after God and her discoveries!! Some serious and honest, some light-hearted and giggly! Let your heart tummy get involved and send you skittering!
