Funny but the word “irregular” reminds me of the London busses. Officially there should be a bus arriving every 10 minutes, at least on our route in East London, the No. 8 bus. However. you had to wait perhaps half an hour and there was no bus in sight. Suddenly three busses arrived all at once. Perhaps they had their own timetable and could not divide by ten. Oh and the young man on this bus is my youngest son. This bus was in Switzerland (advertising for the Brits) so he naturally took a ride on it.
FOWC Fandango: IrregularDaily Archives: 11/03/2023
RDP Saturday: Dreams
Do I dream? Of course, although as I get older my dreams seem to get more realistic, as if they were not dreams but really happening, And then I suddenly awake and realise that it was all a dream after all: everything being as it should be, nobody missing or injured. And yes sometimes I seem to be back in the past living where I once lived in London, but not quite – with other people. I talk in my sleep apparently now and again, and if it gets vivid it can get a little loud, although I would not know today as I have no-one to wake me.
RDP Saturday: Dreams