I’ve got my bus pass. I can go anywhere I like so I catch the No.11 to Coventry. It goes the long
way round. I don’t mind. I’ve got all day. The X17 gets you there more quickly but I catch the 11.
For fifty minutes I’m going somewhere. To a destination where anything might happen.
The bus driver barely looks at me. It’s all ‘tap it and cap it’ since Covid. Progress. I try a cheery
“Hello!” Pointless but I have a go anyway. Nobody sits next to me. Why would they? The bus is
nearly empty. I’m not bothered. I don’t need to chat.
I love it when the students get on at the University. They’re going places they are. So young. So
hopeful. I like watching them. They don’t notice me of course.
I get off the bus at my usual stop. Sometimes I treat myself to a cup of tea. There’s a very nice café in the precinct. Quiet. I can watch people pass if I get a window seat. But not today. Next time perhaps. Today I cross the road and wait for the No. 11 back. It goes the long way round. I don’t mind. I’ve got all day.
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