It’s been crazy this last few days. I rode into work on Monday and have been walking to and from work ever since. It’s just a mad time of the year with so much happening that takes people out of the office and to sites all over the City. With careful route planning it’s easier to end up nearer home that the office at the end of the day, making a walk home an easy option.
This morning I tried a change of tack and ended up taking the bus. It’ll be the last time. Stagecoach have pushed their prices up to £1.30 now, a 20% fare increase for the same route (on which they have a monopoly) since the end of the last academic term in June. It wouldn’t have been so bad but the bus driver was an obnoxious cock who made me feel like rearranging his teeth with my bare knuckles.
Yesterday on the walk into work I had a falling out with the chap in the local post office, to the extent I’ve made a complaint about him. I get to ride home tonight and I’m now convinced that riding to bikes is the least stressful, the fastest and healthiest way to get to work.
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