No visit to Manchester would be complete without my regular mad dash to the coach station to make the coach. I always insist on leaving at a certain time but my girlfriend tries to keep me with her for as long as possible which results in me having to get off the bus and sprint the remaining mile or so with a suitcase under my arm.
It can’t be nice for the unlucky person who has to sit next to me on the coach for the following five hours as I emit an odious smell from my body.
At least this time I managed to catch the coach, there have been plenty of times where I have had to phone my brother from the coach station and hoped and wished that he was not asleep so he could book me another seat for the next one.
We ended up getting into London an hour and a half later than planned because of traffic. I really am going to look at the train option next time, my bottom can’t take too many more of these 5 hours+ journeys.
I left her at the bus stop at 10:20am and did not walk through my front door until about 8:30pm, my bed has not called me so loudly before but I had to eat something, check & answer emails, shower & put my dirty washing into the machine before I could even think about bed.
I can’t for the football season to start. 🙂
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