Bus Adventures
Wednesday, February 13th, 2013 06:27 pmDue to weather uncertainties (ie how much snow would we get today), I didn't drive to work today. We had been forecast heavy snow, turning to sleet, all afternoon, and on our business park that can mean a two-hour wait to proceed to the end of a road which takes 10 minutes to walk down. So I decided I'd get the bus so I wouldn't have to worry about getting stuck - if the traffic did get bad, I could walk round to the main road and catch a bus from there. I'd had this plan for a couple of days, and was getting ridiculously over-enthusiastic about catching the bus again like old times - the first two years I was at this place, I had no choice about catching the bus as I couldn't drive at the time.
Dad gave me a lift into work, after asking several times if I'd like one, I eventually relented. During the afternoon lots of people were peering out of the window looking at the snow, while I was enjoying not having to worry about it. I'd packed my Olympics backpack instead of my usual bag, which doesn't stay on my shoulder if I'm wearing a heavy winter cardigan under my winter coat, so I'd be OK if I had to walk any distance. I was able to get my email newsletter off in good time and catch a bus just after 4.30pm. I'd seen a tweet at lunchtime from the bus company saying there was a software problem with some ticket machines on buses - there was one on the first bus I caught from the business park, the driver waved me through and I got a free ride! It's the first time in over 12 years I've caught a bus from the business park, and my first bus ride in that part of the city since the bus lanes were dedicated, so it was such a novelty being able to whizz past all the cars lined up on the busy commuter streets. I didn't have to wait long for my bus home from the city centre - which had a fully-working ticket machine - and was home just after 5.20pm, completing the journey in less than an hour. I also had my book Nella Last's War to read on the bus (the Mass Observation diaries that Victoria Wood based Housewife, 49 on) which is always absorbing.
The weather is due to be much warmer, with lots of rain again, tomorrow so I'll be back in my car. And I'm glad to say my car is fine after the recent drama, the problem with the gauge is apparently a known fault, according to a few websites, and can be caused or rectified with a jolt, which explains how mine happened. It doesn't explain how it was rectified, as it sorted itself out somehow while sitting in the car park at work.
Dad gave me a lift into work, after asking several times if I'd like one, I eventually relented. During the afternoon lots of people were peering out of the window looking at the snow, while I was enjoying not having to worry about it. I'd packed my Olympics backpack instead of my usual bag, which doesn't stay on my shoulder if I'm wearing a heavy winter cardigan under my winter coat, so I'd be OK if I had to walk any distance. I was able to get my email newsletter off in good time and catch a bus just after 4.30pm. I'd seen a tweet at lunchtime from the bus company saying there was a software problem with some ticket machines on buses - there was one on the first bus I caught from the business park, the driver waved me through and I got a free ride! It's the first time in over 12 years I've caught a bus from the business park, and my first bus ride in that part of the city since the bus lanes were dedicated, so it was such a novelty being able to whizz past all the cars lined up on the busy commuter streets. I didn't have to wait long for my bus home from the city centre - which had a fully-working ticket machine - and was home just after 5.20pm, completing the journey in less than an hour. I also had my book Nella Last's War to read on the bus (the Mass Observation diaries that Victoria Wood based Housewife, 49 on) which is always absorbing.
The weather is due to be much warmer, with lots of rain again, tomorrow so I'll be back in my car. And I'm glad to say my car is fine after the recent drama, the problem with the gauge is apparently a known fault, according to a few websites, and can be caused or rectified with a jolt, which explains how mine happened. It doesn't explain how it was rectified, as it sorted itself out somehow while sitting in the car park at work.