Cheap for twenty four hours in London

Time for another reunion, what started as a one off thing a couple of years ago, has become a regular occurrence. Every season we (LC and SB) meet up and catch up with the life changes that have occurred in the previous three months.  From last visit to this there has been a birth, two house moves, two new jobs, a planned surgery and a perspective adoption.  

It is always fun, albeit a bit of a rush.  I have got travelling on a coach down pat now.  

GO dropped me at the coach station at half six in the morning.  I made my way to the bus stop, "I'll just pop into the loo" I thought....  The toilet was locked, ah well I don't need it anyway.

I settled in my seat, I have now got a routine on these long bus journeys.  I watch the city I'm leaving pass the windows.  I marvel at the sky scrapers and the people getting on with their lives.

Then I will listen to my ipod and watch the world go by.  I had brought my flask of coffee with me and peanut butter on toast, so I settled down and munched my breakfast.  It was about now that I felt pressure on my bladder.  I tried to ignore it, but it was getting more and more urgent.

After a couple of hours I could hold on no longer so I made my way to the coach toilet.  I got in and it was horrific, the flush wasn't working, but I was desperate.  I voided my bladder while squatting on tip toes, and I dribbled!  I forced myself to relieve my bladder and felt a million times better.  

Back at my seat feeling everso slightly yucky, but glad my bladder was empty I was mightily out out when the driver pulled into the half station to swap drivers and announced, "As the toilet isn't working we are going to stop here