Since Faye (one of my most valued sounding-boards who I sat next to) has gone on maternity leave and our regular driver Tony went on a four month jaunt around the world, I haven't felt like catching the commuter bus to work.
In fact I liked driving to work in my own car for a couple of reasons:
1. I can smoke more Marlboro Lites
2. If I started crying at work I had the means to go home early if need be
Well, Tony is back now and today I went on the bus for the first time in three months, which meant that I COULDN'T ESCAPE and guess what ... it was fine.
So, I've booked myself on for next week too :-)
Cliff would be pleased - he hated the thought of me driving on the M25.