I could feel the discomfort in my feet as I stood at the bus stop. Why were these things always so late all the time? I was leaning against the side of the shelter, munching on a chocolate bar, watching down the road, as you do, as if the bus would suddenly appear if I stared hard enough. It wasn't like it was an especially long walk home, but I sure as hell wasn't going to put my aching feet and legs through more of that treatment. I'd already done enough walking, and my body was definitely telling me to stop by this point.
I'd gone out today with the purpose of finding some new clothes, but the carrier bags I was holding didn't have any more than a loose pair of elasticated jogging bottoms in them. The rest of the space had been filled with snacks. There's this discount place in town that I can never resist, and I'd bought about as many crisps, biscuits, cakes and chocolate as I could reasonably carry.
Alright, alright. I guess that's the real reason I went into town. Not that the cl