Train keeps on rolling

Daddy was supposed to get the keys to the new flat today, but it would've taken him too long as it's not near his work, so we went. It took us four hours! We got on a bus full of commuters - every one of the double seats occupied so I had to sit on Mummy's knee and there really isn't enough space. Eventually one got off but by then I wanted to sit in my buggy because it was lurching dangerously about the bus. We travelled for miles and miles. Eventually Mummy phoned the letting agent who said to get off the bus. We seemed to have missed our stop but it was a massive road with no pavement and we would have had to walk quite far on the road, so we decided we'd be safer going into Dalkeith. We went into a cafe to change my nappy because by then we'd been travelling for quite a while, then we got a bacon roll (£2:80 including cup of tea for Mummy!). The letting agent didn't know if we'd have to cross the big road (there were no crossings) so we were thinking if getting a taxi, but Daddy checked street view and said we'd be safe to walk from the bus stop, so off we went, even getting the same bus driver. We spent ages at the letting agent because she'd spelt Mummy's name wrong in places and insisted on reprinting the forms. Then she'd written the wrong address on one form so she had to reprint that too. I stamped ink all over her desk.
Eventually we were ready to go back to Edinburgh. Luckily I got a seat easily this time though there was someone with a walker in the pushchair space so we had to put the buggy in the wheelchair space. After a while, a family got on with a buggy, so Mummy folded up our buggy. Actually, the little girl was big enough to walk, and there was another baby waiting to get on the bus who had to wait for another bus, poor thing. After a while, someone in a wheelchair got on, so the pushchair had to move to the pushchair space and woman with the walker to another seat. Later on, another woman got in with a (big) wee girl in a buggy. She had to fold the buggy. Another (older) woman offered to take the girl, but the girl wouldn't leave her mummy. She vacated her seat but an elderly lady took it. There were several men who we could see with seats around us including the daddy of the girl who we'd folded up our buggy for, but none of them offered this woman and her daughter a seat. She put the girl in the newspaper rack and stood next to her; the girl cried and didn't like it but no one offered them a seat. It was sad to see the little girl crying and none of the grown ups on the bus giving up their seat. We went a long way like this. By the time we had to get off the bus, they'd got a seat. The nice lady who'd given up her seat carried me off the bus while Mummy carried the buggy as she struggled to lift it from under the other buggy and unfold it in time, let alone look after me whilst doing that. Mummy says that's why people have cars. As you can see from the photo, I still prefer trains.