the sixth sense

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I have spring butterflies fluttering about my body, delicate summer flowers nestling in my ears and an autumn leaf around my neck. My hair is a mess {it wasn't when I left home} and on this hot bus, in my winter coat, I feel a tad moist. I think this leaf is attempting to strangle me. Death by necklace. Probably not a nice way to depart this life. A lot of paperwork for the bus driver too, no doubt. My superhero batty spidey wonder senses are tingling this morning. My bus card thingy, topped up weekly - thus, topped up yesterday - snuggles up with my Costa Coffee card and my Unlimited Films card in a pocket in my phone. Not only is it easily accessible, but I know I shall never leave home without it. I never check that Phone and Plastic Bus Ticket have parted ways, but having thrown my phone into my bag this morning, I suddenly had the urge to do just that. Lo and Behold! Plastic Bus Ticket had scampered away. So, at the time I should have been leaving the house I was instead hunting my side of the bedroom, trying not to wake Husband - who hasnt been sleeping well - for a credit card sized card which may have fallen out when Phone mysteriously escaped from my hands and landed on the floor in the middle of the night. Alas, he was not to be found. A quick rummage in my bag didn't find him either, but did find some pennies so I could at least pay my fare today and hope he's enjoying some Me Time at home, somewhere. Thank you, superhero batty spidey wonder senses! You saved me from becoming one of those annoying women who flaps around because she can't find her bus ticket.