Ever felt like dajivu like you been here before when you done something before or been somewhere before. That’s what happened to me today because I literally sat there about 45 minutes as I just missed two buses going towards the town centre but at least 3-4 buses going the long way round.
I was like seriously I gave up in the end and went home at the end of the day. It reminded me back at the day when I was at college and I had waiting for ages for a long time for a bus and bus never turned up. To which made create a poem for it and then a old double decker bus that came which lead me to write another poem and a story that went back to Second World War.
This lead one of my college teachers so interested and intrigued in reading it. The fact that it went back in time which linked back to his grandmother; when he found he was in hospital he had found his grandmother by his side, he had asked her about the boy he had seen.
Not 100% where that story is for me to share it with you guys. I’m pretty sure it’s somewhere for me to retype it up and everything in order for me to post it up for you guys.
However back then with the buses there was no stupid major traffic or anything with the lights and road works like today. Especially in my hometown where they’ve decided to take out a major lights on a major junction near me; then not put any temporary traffic lights on another major junction sets of lights causing accidents, and so on. Literally causing mayhem in my hometown all around the town and around the promoters going into the town.