A Tuesday Tale

I felt awful, croaky and very groggy, last night and was tucked up in bed with a huge glass of fizzy vitamin C and a Lemsip - administered by my OH at about 8:30 pm. As I'd been ironing for ages (snort, I could be allergic!) there was no card making yesterday either. On a brighter note I don't feel quite as 'rough as a badger's bum rear end' this morning as I thought I would!

So, it's time to tell another 'Pat Tale' in the absence of any cards/photos to post about - although my desk is strewn with some half made ones :))

The recent mists and fog down here reminded me of 'smog' - mostly a thing of the past but defined on Wikipedia as  a word originating from a 'portmanteau of smoke and fog'. What a lovely description huh - 'portmanteau' :)

The infamous Pat (of the wrecked hat from her tumble during the wartime blackout) bought herself a little car during the early 1950's. One evening, she'd been out and upon returning to her car realised that she couldn't see much more than a few feet ahead due to heavy smog. Undeterred she got into the car and crawled her way towards home with her nose almost pressed against the windscreen. The rear lights of a vehicle appeared in front of her - a London bus! Then, 'ping' on went a bright little light in Pat's head......from the number shown on the back it was actually the bus which passed the end of her street so all she had to do was to follow it home :)  Yeah, right Pat!

Every time the bus stopped at a bus stop, so did Pat - determined to stay behind her 'knight in shining armour' who was going to lead her home. This happened a few times and Pat stuck behind all the way - even when the driver indicated it was safe for her to pass she stayed resolutely behind her saviour. But then the bus didn't seem to stop again for ages and Pat still hadn't seen the end of her street.....undeterred though, she tootled on behind it. Aha, then the driver braked and indicated left - Pat did too and, once again, stayed behind the bus. The driver now furiously waved her past and the conductor appeared on the rear platform also gesticulating. Pat ignored all this with a little toss of the head (much as she'd ignored the ticket collector in the previous tale) and eventually the bus did turn left with Pat's little car stuck to its rear end like a piece of chewing gum.

When the bus showed no sign of moving on though Pat did begin to wonder - until suddenly there was another bus right behind her. Err, she'd only followed the bus all the way back to the depot and was now parked for the night in the bus sheds with a load of other London buses!

Hey ho - have a nice day!

Di
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