Well I had decided that twice a week I will miss the rush hours of Birmingham, by travelling into work by bus.
I am staying with a nice couple in their house and had checked the travel options
I had done loads of preparation, looked at maps, used the bus companies web sites and plotted options. I was ready
Woke up and it was hissing it down. Sod it I was going to stick to my plan.
Laptop, coat, brolly, hat, gloves.
Walked to the bus stop and caught the 9. No idea where I was. I was checking my GPS on my mobile, but no good really. the bus was all fogged up as everyone was damp.
Got off at Snow Hill, not the stop I was planning, but it worked. Crossed the road, waited 3 minutes and caught the 75. This worked too as it drops me virtually outside work.
I now had a return path. So the trip worked, was easy and painless.
Going back was the reverse, but the real reason was that it Steak Club Tuesday at Wetherspoons, so off I went for a few beers and a steak for tea along with a surf of the net.
What happened next, read the next blog entry
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