Bus journeys are the microcosm of the human race.
Honestly it is like a really , really bad version of Miss Marple and we are all just sitting there patiently waiting to be questioned .
You get all sorts in there and the 20 or so minute journey there is like the cannonball run, only without the manly moustache of Burt Reynolds.
The passengers were numerous but those who stood out were the cook , the thief and the lover.
You have the alleged thief who had been arrested numerous times and looked as if he was about to appear on Jeremy Kyle. We were informed very loudly of his past woes via his mobile phone conversation.
The lover the young girl fixing her make up probably about to meet her beau.
And then there was the cook.
"I used to cook frogs"
"I used to get them from the canal"
A lady chirps "but aren't they bony ?"
" Aye but you just spits the bones out ,around 20 frogs will do you "
" Oh. " said the lady.
"But a good sauce is essential "
That's a dish I'm yet to see on master chef.
Life's never dull round here.