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07:34 am: Midweek
It amazes me that every morning, a bus pulls into Chester Station as a
driver starts his break, and every day passengers try to board, even
though the real bus is only a moment behind. This morning, he let
them, so the real bus, which has just left, is almost empty. When they
set off, after waiting 20 more minutes, their bus will be slow and
crowded. And most of there people are regular travellers, who should
know by now that the bus arriving at 7.18 or so isn't for them.
Last night, a buffet and books evening with a group of about 30 from
the church. I suppose it was a reasonable evening, but the books there
weren't really Viv's or my sort of thing.
As I type these words, it's starting to get light. Not to say it was
actually dark when I started. Good morning, England. Goodnight, New
Zealand. And don't forget that midnight in Moscow is lunchtime in LA.
Speaking of lunchtime in LA, or at least California, who wants to go
to the Blue Bayou?

Current Mood: awakeawake


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Date:October 17th, 2007 09:15 am (UTC)
-Good morning, England. Goodnight, New Zealand.
Is it that time already?

-every day passengers try to board, even though the real bus is only a moment behind.
People are sheep. And you thought NZ had a lot of them... *g*
I'm amazed for example that considering the ritual kind of Mass that we have, with set times to sit and stand and kneel, if youchange one thing in the routine, people get flustered, forget to sit or stand, just blank out and do whatever the row in front of them does!
Date:October 23rd, 2007 06:54 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the add. I'm looking forward to getting to know you.

It's 11:53 a.m., here. So that means it's midnight-ish in Moscow. Good to know. ;)
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Date:October 23rd, 2007 07:42 pm (UTC)
Well, actually that line comes from the song "Moonlight and Vodka" by Chris de Burgh.
I look forward to getting to know you too. I hope it's not too much of a shock.
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