Appearances can be deceptive

The sun was shining brightly this morning as I prepared to leave work. I felt good. My shift had gone well, I had avoided the usual stoners, alcoholics and out-patients that tend to stalk the aisles in the wee, small hours, and I had just completed a hearty plate of scrambled eggs and beans on toast. I slung my bag playfully onto my shoulder and skipped gaily down the stairs, with a cheery ‘hello’ for any and all fellow employees who crossed my path. I was full of the joys, grinning like a Cheshire and looking forward to a gentle amble in the spring-like Wednesday Norfolk. I stepped outside into the car park and it was BLOODY FREEZING!!!
So much for Spring.

I’ve become quite chatty with one of the drivers on the bus route to work. (late night service E31, in case you were wondering.) He’s called Tony and he smoked roll-ups almost continually, which I’m pretty sure is illegal now when you’re driving a bus. He tells me he used to work in the City, but when his wife left him he decided to move up here and ‘do something different.’ His wife was his childhood sweetheart, who chose to spend their first five years of marriage getting jiggy with two of Tony’s mates, the postman and a trainee architect from Croydon. Tony says he’s forgiven her, but judging by the look in his eyes and the way he gripped the steering wheel when he spoke of her, I wouldn’t be walking near any E31 buses in the near future if I was her..

RC 11-3-09
1820 GMT