The percentage of crazy on the bus tonight was disproportionately high. I was late getting home. I had a lot to do and I have got into the habit of doing my most productive work between the hours of five and seven. It helps that a lot of people have already left by this time.
It is freezing in London tonight but despite this I walked two miles to the station. I am taking my training very seriously although I am not sure if walking very fast in my work shoes is such a good idea. I am going to have to become one of those people who wears trainers with tights and strides through the streets of the city looking both important and fierce.
When I got on the bus on this side of the river it was almost eight so there weren't too many passengers on board. Those that were on the bus though were being very loud, especially two Nigerian women who were talking excitedly to each other. Suddenly a man sitting at the front of the bus who was eating fish and chips turned round and screamed at the top of his voice, "Shut up!" He was so loud it actually hurt my ears. The women fell silent for a couple of seconds and then burst out laughing and carried on talking.
Another man then proceeded to do a series of impressions in an equally loud voice. His repetoire of regional accents included Birmingham, oop North and Northern Ireland. The latter was excruciating and consisted of him repeating over and over again, "It's a cracker so it is." Sadly the mad man didn't find him as annoying as I did so didn't scream at him to shut up.
When I got home I made a christmas cake. I am not sure if it has cooked properly as it looks a bit flat. I think I used the wrong tin. I'm sure it will taste OK.
I have to get to work really early tomorrow so I must go to bed immediately.