Lovember: Buses

I cried when my car died. Not because I had developed an odd crush on it - it was just a box of metal which got me from A to B, but because I didn’t think I’d be able to go to B any more. And I really, really hated the thought of being stuck in A, as pretty as A can be.

As it turns out, I’m not stuck at all. And I do get to go to B. It takes longer, but that’s turned out to be rather a lovely thing. And I get to chat to lovely people. Mostly lovely - there is the very occasional smelly one. I draw the line at smelly.

I had a tutorial today and it was FAB. We talked about Homer, OBV and Heraclitus and even learned how to sex a statue… apparently a woman isn’t just a woman because she doesn’t have a willy. Although, after very serious discussion I think I’ve convinced the learned Professor that my theory does hold true, and not just with statues: we can extend it to paintings on pots too. I think she was genuinely AMAZED.

And not only was I brave at the tutorial, I ate out all by myself too. And enjoyed it. If I’d had a car to jump into, that wouldn’t have happened either.

AND… I got even braver and told a beautiful lady in M&S when I popped in to buy some fripperies that she was beautiful. She blushed and smiled and I blushed and smiled and the assistant next to her smiled and agreed with me and then we ALL smiled some more and it was all really rather nice.