Waiting for the bus

One of the bus companies in Oxford has for years had a driver handover point on the High Street. Recently they've acquired an ex-shop nearby where, I assume, drivers can relax under cover until their next bus arrives. But I liked this driver being too absorbed to mind where he waited.

By staying up too late last night I turned a game of Monopoly into an English lesson for the advanced students. That was good but it was a mixed day including one 90-minute class in which every one of us wished we were elsewhere.

I have been offered a few weeks more work from September, but will enjoy a break first.