Freezing my willy off!
I'm glad I checked the football times passing on my way into uni. I had foresight Brentford were playing. So why didn't I think to leave uni earlier?
Its during these testing times one seems to lack any methods of preservation too. My nose is dripping (its probably a bit crusty now on the heated bus) and my overnight cough has no remedy in form of the cough sweets I made sure I packed this morning. They're gone. And people are giving me funny looks as I sneeze and splutter on the packed bus.
Cue American accent: "Well SORRY, buddy!"
Passing a thermometer on a motorway advertising board shows its 6°C - bloody LIAR!
So basically I wont get home til after 7. Worst Tuesday time on record ever. I just want to make sure I leave a memento for this atrocity regarding the punctuality of the 65 bus drivers. Try saying that drunk!
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