I wish I was somewhere else

This is the worse bit of the Journey. If there's a bus wanting to turn right before the bridge we are all stuffed. I can sit here for 20 minutes or more some mornings. Oh well sometimes I see a train....I wonder where it's going somedays. To the seaside maybe or all he way up to Scotland. Or maybe London with it's bright lights and busy nightlife. I wonder if the people look down on us queuing up and laugh, thinking you wouldn't catch me in a car.