I returned to London last night

Had the speediest luggage reclaim in history… when I got off the coach at Victoria and boarded the N73 to make my way home I noticed a body lying across the isle. I Looked at the driver whom promptly told me that the man who was standing next to him searching for answers was “quite upset about the situation” I furrowed my forehead in confusion as an unconscious person strewn across the floor on any form of public transit should surely be of some immediate concern to not just myself and the man who I looked over at who was indeed looking distressed about the unconcious man. I then looked to the driver and asked if he could call for some help for the man… The driver responded

“Okay then love, if that’s what you want me to do, then I’ll do it. But just you know that, that will mean that this bus is out of service and it will be another 20 mins before the next one comes along and the people who sort this stuff out don’t respond quickly… stupid drunks they waste everyone’s time!”

I looked at him again and responded “But sir, the man is not in a good state, what if he dies? Have you no concern?”

The driver then sighed, turned off the lights and started the process of getting help for the man. Not but a few seconds later, all the people on the upper deck came down and complained as they wanted to leave… due to the bus consensus the driver then put the lights back on, closed the door and then drove off. I stood there, absolutely incredulous of what had just happened.

Nice welcome home! Can I please return to my holidays?

On a more positive note… I had a fabulous holiday which ended with a brilliant afternoon stopover in Barcelona yesterday afternoon…

Work beckons… more to be recounted soon…