Today was rather eventful. I went into work to find that the agency that employed me had folded overnight. All the temporary staff (estimated by me at about a fifth of the total) had to register with another agency. I hope it's all sorted out. At least I only had about 1/3 of a day's leave so if I lose it it's not the end of the world.
The bus got stuck in the station on my way home because the driver couldn't manage the 67-point turn necessary to get out of the forecourt. It was one of the big articulated ones with the second bus on the end. The buses drive into the station, and to leave they have to turn 180 degrees somehow. He went back and forth, the bus going beepbeepbeep, and back and forth. Then it stopped dead, and he was revving the engine while the backseat chorus cried 'Take the handbrake off!' Another driver had to come and help him get it going again. Eventually he got around at right angles to the exit, and tried to do a sweep round in front of the parcels office. The bend in the bus got more and more acute, and the hinge started to make ominous creaking noises. By this time it was almost around, but it was also about six inches from a small red car. ('Run over it!') The owner of the car was summoned, and as he came onto the scene, cried, 'Might have known it was you! You can't drive!'. After avoiding another car and a the Dublin-Belfast bus ('Mind the Greyhound!') and a few more back-and-forths, the bus finally left the station, to the accompaniment of slow clapping from the back seat, fifteen minutes behind the timtable.
I think I'll get the 1745 tomorrow.
Only four days till NEW WHO!! *bounces up and down making excited OOOOO-EEEEEEE-OOOOOO noises* I picked up the Radio Times with the Doctor Who stuff, and I was dumbfounded by this:
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