Waiting for the Bus

Last night I joined some friends to go along to a belated firework event near Shurdington. It is a great event – still small enough to get near the bonfire but big enough for a decent firework display. You can also buy pork rolls and cider which is a bonus and, for certain female members of the party, there was the added attraction of fireman on stand-by.

So, a good time was had by all and, when it was all over, we found ourselves in the Bell at Shurdington for a night cap. This is not only a very fine pub, it is also ideally located for my bus home.

At the allotted time, therefore, I found myself stood at the bus stop awaiting the last No 10 bus into Gloucester when a small group of, admittedly slightly intoxicated, people spilled from the pub and headed in my direction.

“Are you waiting for the bus?” one asked

“Yes I am”, I truthfully replied.

“Has it gone yet?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer that…

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About Darrel Kirby

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3 Responses to Waiting for the Bus

  1. janh1 says:

    I’ve always wanted to be taken up the Crippetts.

  2. janh1 says:

    😀

    You and I both know it’s in Shurdy.

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