There are times that I really hate the buses here. Like, when I miss one on the way to the SnB, and then, determined not to miss the next, be at the bus stop 10 minutes early, and still manage to get there as the bus whistles past. Last bus before they switch to an hourly route. So no SnB for me. 😦 (Or, when they don’t stop, so you’re late to the Salvo’s shop and just squeak in to see a couch set – which swallowed the Magpie in a sinkhole in the middle of the three-seater… oh well)
But maybe it’s for a reason.
I pulled my second all-nighter in a row last night (I’m surprised I’m still able to do that, or, maybe not) helping the Magpie with his marking – checking the spelling and citation styles of the essays.We finished in time to catch the 6.15am bus (funnily enough, it was right on the second) to get to Palmerston in time for the white ware delivery. (Which was actually an hour and a half late). And then we had to wait another 3 hours for the mattress to be delivered. So we managed to make it home and sleep for a few hours.But, like I said, maybe missing the bus was for a reason. I did manage to get up and ready in time, but I’ve just discovered the Magpie is running a temperature. He’s worked himself into the ground, and he was pretty out of it when we got home. So I’m knitting to Numb3rs. C’est la vie.
I’ll be there next Woden Tuesday. I’ll make sure of it. 🙂