The Smelly Bus 

As I type I’m sitting on a rail replacement bus, waiting for the thing to start moving (I only want to go one bloody stop!). There is a lingering odour from outside, possibly an open sewage drain, which is omnipresent and slowly killing off my sense of smell. I am tired and hungry and have to wonder why the bus has sat here for 20 minutes. I can hear loud voices from outside (I think a car has parked in front of the bus – genius), and I have the feeling that it will be dark by the time I get home. Le sigh.