By AnnieBelle

At the bus stop

I felt for this person waiting for the bus. Sadly she was surrounded by dereliction - bad graffiti, abandoned shopping trolley, garbage left flung on the ground. The bus will take her away, perhaps to somewhere nicer.

We've just said goodbye to Margot and mum J. Again I feel exhausted. Why does this happen? I've got a busy week ahead but no more Margot until Friday.

Thanks for hosting Marlieske. 

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