You know what this means, don't you?......... (Cue sad and woeful rendition of funeral dirge.)
No, silly. It doesn't mean I will die if I have to walk for more than 9 minutes at a time! Did I ever give you that impression?
Okay, granted. Yes, I have. Many times. And if I never said it explicitly, you've gathered it from my continual references to eating my body weight in Lindt products/buns the size of continents/leftovers scraped from the back of the fridge in desperate moments.
No, what I mean is, if I'm walking, there'll be less opportunity for stories about ...
Yes, you guessed it. Wave bye-bye to the bus, everybody .....
|RIP Bus Stories|
I know! I know! How am I going to manage? What am I going to write about? Does this mean that by tomorrow a hundred followers will have un-followed me, thinking, 'Pff. No bus stories? Forget it!'
But wait .... who's to say that interesting/bizarre/
Watch this space, that's all I'm saying.