Bletchley, there was supposed to be a bus. Eventually, one did show,
but it wasn't the bus that was supposed to be there. Like so many
other buses, it took a circuitous route between two railway stations,
before finally dropping me off here at MK Central, an enormous station
where nothing is happening except for some people cleaning the
station. And the next train is more than two hours away.
I'm going to stop typing now because I'm spending more time correcting
errors than typing new stuff.