In the night garden…

It’s 10.00 pm and I’m reluctant to leave my seat in the garden, but tiredness is winning!
An early start as Moira had to get an early train and I had craft group to get ready for.
I was in no hurry to rush my morning coffee afterwards so delayed my usual rushing around and just went with the flow.
Funnily enough I wasn’t actually that much later!
Good chats at group, but the bus journey into the city centre was just aweful! Standing room , or should I say hiw many can we squeeze in, with someone’s back pressed into my face!
When I did get a seat a very large man sat!!.. more like fell, next to me with the smelliest take away kebab and chomped loudly!! Elbows into my neck to get his drink out of his bag…
… and a very hot bus!
The train afterwards was pleasant and cool but by then I was exhausted and Vic collected me from the station.
I should be more tolerant, I know …