Public bloody transport!
I went for my first COVID vaccine jag, and it's quite a tale.
Woke up just after 6am. Decided to get up and get on with things as my alarm was due to go off at seven *anyway*.
Had a nice nourishing breakfast, listened to the radio, read a few pages of my book.
Made myself presentable. Made sure I had everything I needed - glasses, wallet, keys, phone, bag for shopping, and - most importantly - my letter telling me where and what time to get my jag. The town hall in the next town along, 9am. Twenty minutes or so on the bus.
Left the house just after 8am and walked to the bus stop, getting there just after quarter past, and waited for the bus.
And waited.
And waited.
Twenty minutes later, a bus for the service I need goes by in the other direction.
"Great," I say to myself, "that means there should be one going my way fairly soon."
No such luck.
I waited until quarter past nine until, cold, fed up, and muttering curses against the bus company, I phoned for a taxi.
Got to the vaccination centre just after half nine.
Queued for a wee while, got my jag (the Oxford-AstraZeneca one) from a nice young lady doctor, bish bosh, job done, and out again in maybe twenty minutes.
Did a little bit of shopping in the nearby Tesco, waited at the bus stop for a while, several buses go by, none of them any good to me.
I was on the point of heading to the train station when the bus I needed finally showed up.
I went for my first COVID vaccine jag, and it's quite a tale.
Woke up just after 6am. Decided to get up and get on with things as my alarm was due to go off at seven *anyway*.
Had a nice nourishing breakfast, listened to the radio, read a few pages of my book.
Made myself presentable. Made sure I had everything I needed - glasses, wallet, keys, phone, bag for shopping, and - most importantly - my letter telling me where and what time to get my jag. The town hall in the next town along, 9am. Twenty minutes or so on the bus.
Left the house just after 8am and walked to the bus stop, getting there just after quarter past, and waited for the bus.
And waited.
And waited.
Twenty minutes later, a bus for the service I need goes by in the other direction.
"Great," I say to myself, "that means there should be one going my way fairly soon."
No such luck.
I waited until quarter past nine until, cold, fed up, and muttering curses against the bus company, I phoned for a taxi.
Got to the vaccination centre just after half nine.
Queued for a wee while, got my jag (the Oxford-AstraZeneca one) from a nice young lady doctor, bish bosh, job done, and out again in maybe twenty minutes.
Did a little bit of shopping in the nearby Tesco, waited at the bus stop for a while, several buses go by, none of them any good to me.
I was on the point of heading to the train station when the bus I needed finally showed up.
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