a fine balancing act

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It's Friday and I'm on the bus. I'm halfway through my two week Easter break from work, it's currently 6.45 in the morning, and I'm on the bus. I should be fast asleep, dreaming of kittens and oddness. But no, I'm on the bus. My SiL is in a different county and her school breaks for Easter today, even though Easter was last week. The world is daft. So, today I am with MiL and Baby Niece. I shall be washing my hands constantly {the little minx has Hand, Foot and Mouth} and introducing her to Iggle-Piggle and his friends from In the Night Garden. To get there I am on the bus. And it appears that I have upset the equilibrium of the bus. All the usual folk are here: the man who stole my seat; the girl with the giant headphones {who has stolen the seat I have started to sit in since the man stole my seat}; the curly-haired woman; the chap who always gets off first; the younger chap who is learning to drive; the older woman with the giant headphones, currently falling asleep as she reads her exciting book ... and me. Here I am, sitting behind them all, watching. They are in perfect harmony, completely symmetrical. I'm like a loose bit of fluff that just hangs about upsetting the smoothness of the freshly hoovered carpet. I should not be here, on the bus. I should be safely tucked up, cosy and snuggly, deep in sleep in my bed. Happy days.