It is only Wednesday but it feels like it should be Friday already.

My car (an unreliable heap of French tripe I can't believe I actually paid for) is at the garage for more repairs. This time the clutch has gone. So for the last 3 days I have had to catch buses and trains to get to work. It has worked quite well really but it adds an hour at each end of the day to my journey. The only part that has given me any real difficulty is getting the bus to stop to pick me up. The drivers that have stopped say they can't see me. Fair comment I suppose. I was wearing dark clothes but I was stood under a street lamp. My son informed me that he has seen other bus users waving torches. So that is what I did today. I waved my torch, at me and at the bus driver but still they pass me by. It is getting to the point where I will just have to fling myself onto the windscreen of the bus and croak my request for a return ticket.

I have been reading a novel to pass the time on public transport. I have been reading a book call A Name To A Face by Robert Goddard. I have read most of this authors work and on the whole like them a lot. One or two of his novels seem to take a while to get motoring but once they do, they are well worth the ride.

Well I have wrestled all the reflective gear my kids own off them and will be flagging down buses from about 06:50 hours BST