On a bus, returning to Uxbridge. Thinking how odd it is to be returning. Pleased that the bus will take me past the old alleyway that we used to walk from the town centre to college. Late afternoon sun, feels like on of those autumnal days at the end of August.
Uxbridge turns into Brighton - I am still returning though. I am due to begin a shift at my old job. Brighton Station. The familiar streets. The bus swings by. The bus pulls in at a bus-stop. For one horrified moment, I think that Andy is getting on the bus on the way to his work. It is just a bouncer outside a restaurant or hotel. There seems to be a number of people at the bus-stop. The Bus pulls away.
Sunday, 10 May 2020
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