bussing it

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BUNDLE!! is what I wanted the title of this post to be, but I'm wary of shouting in a title. I suspect one gets posts removed when one shouts, but maybe I'm wrong. I usually am. I am all bussed out right now. Thankfully this is my eighth and final bus journey of the day. I've gone full circle, having written my first post of the day whilst sitting on the bus as it took me into the city, and now this post as the bus takes me home, back to rurality and peacefulness. Little Miss Stroppy {Baby Niece} has achieved terrible twosomeness at the tender age of sixteen and a bit months. At the other end of the scale, MiL has achieved the end of her tether at the tender age of sixty-seven. I'm just glad that I get to go home to a fairly calm and gentle Husband after an exhausting day with them both! I was waiting at the bus stop in the city, for this bus I'm on now, and a chap came along to wait too. When the bus came he jumped up and pushed in front of me as he suddenly decided this was the bus he wanted. I waited for him to realise the extent of his rudeness, but my wait was in vain and so I cursed him to an eternal life of always missing the bus. I'm not a witch; it may not work. But it reminded me of waiting for the school bus in the village of my childhood. When it came along the shout of BUNDLE!! would signal the total chaos of thirty to forty eleven to sixteen year olds bundling onto the bus. Elbows in faces, knees in groins, tongues in ears ... it surprises me to this day that nobody ever got injured. It seems that some adults never grew out of the BUNDLE!! phase.