Bus hell
Last night I got back from my second trip to Italy in a fortnight: this time went to visit family and friends in Turin.
Coming back to London it's always a bit of a shock! Not because I want to stay in Italy (normally 24 hours at my parents are sort of enough, as I've always had the feeling that I don't really belong there) but because of how rough London looks after even a short trip abroad.
The bus ride home from East Croydon is always enough to make me wonder if it's not time to leave for good! The 75 bus (but it's definitely not the only route) is always strewn with rubbish and there's often some kind of mini-drama going on. In two word, edgy and uncivilised!
Adrian was at work when I got in but he left this "note" (he's such a sweetie!):
Anyway, it's back at work today and with a headache too! (unusual for me)
Coming back to London it's always a bit of a shock! Not because I want to stay in Italy (normally 24 hours at my parents are sort of enough, as I've always had the feeling that I don't really belong there) but because of how rough London looks after even a short trip abroad.
The bus ride home from East Croydon is always enough to make me wonder if it's not time to leave for good! The 75 bus (but it's definitely not the only route) is always strewn with rubbish and there's often some kind of mini-drama going on. In two word, edgy and uncivilised!
Adrian was at work when I got in but he left this "note" (he's such a sweetie!):
Anyway, it's back at work today and with a headache too! (unusual for me)