People. Strange People.

I have the best thoughts when I'm on the bus.
I spend 2 hours a day on a bus.
I'm awake for 16 hours a day on average.
that's like... 1/8 of my woken day on a bus right? I don't do maths.

So today, 'I didn't murder my husband dot dot dot honest' came on the bus.
I name and give backstories to the people on the bus. With this paticular person, I didn't need to as I found one late night a few months ago where she managed to squeeze in the past 10 years of her life into a 15 minute bus journey where she explained quite clearly that she did NOT murder her late husband. I was also to ignore such rumours, that is if I was to hear them, in my ltitle village. In fact such rumours were probibally made up by her greedy step children from the disappointment at now inherting his money. except no wait wait, he didn't have any money when he died, no no honest. he couldn't have becuase my new best friend, sweating alchohol from every deep set pore, explained to me that she did not get even a penny from him. She then asked me if I was a virgin. And how many men I had been with. It was at this point, where the laughing in my head had quickly quietened (it had got personal) that I began to think about getting off the bus. 4 Stops and probibally a mile before my own bus stop. Hmmm. yes so she was a pleasent company to spot this morning. It's like bird watching. Except the birds on occasion are fucking nutters.