Thursday, 15 May 2014
Walking anywhere takes an agonisingly long time. Such is the life of a two-speed existence: stationary and shuffling.
I don’t know how many buses I’ve had no choice but to miss… how many times I’ve looked up towards my destination, only to see what the building I’m heading for looks about the same size as the last time I looked up.
I’d laugh if this was an episode of Monty Python.