September 28, 2016 1:03am CST
Wednesday. Hump Day. Middle of the Week Day. Day of Woe Day. Not Quite Payday Day. Crazy Bus Driver Day. We are whizzing along. We are so speedy that it's like being on a rocket taking off to explore the unknown. We even overtook a Man in a Van! That's how this bus driver rolls. I see the world being awoken in fast forward mode. Every day I leave the house the sky is a little darker than the day before. Autumn fast approaches. The rising sun casts a pink hue across the land, smothering the fields, the farmhouses and the wind turbines in awe-inspiring colour. Villagers are seizing the day, opening windows to let the air in, toilets flushing, kettles boiling. Dogs are being taken for their regular morning ablutions and cats are mewing to be let in after a night on the tiles painting the town red. With blood, probably. A teenage girl behind me is crunching on crisps. This is what passes for breakfast in the rural Flatlands of England just before the clock strikes seven. This is Wednesday.
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