Back on the bus which replaced the train. Immediately confronted with a lady of modest years almost wetting herself in excitement as she watches an unfortunate traffic accident untangle itself at the intersection ahead. I smile as I visualise the old battle-axe driving off the pavement and into the path of an oncoming truck, stomping hard on her electric scooter brakes at the sight of an impending doom. Silence prevails as the traffic stops and all that is left is a colostomy bag, wobbling, sadly, on the damp tarmac road
