For whom the bell tolls...

Having been harangued numerous times over the past 48 hours about the lack of activity on this blog, I have been shamed into writing something.

On the 500 every Saturday, the 1545 short journey from Eastleigh to Chestnut Avenue always carries four very nice old ladies who travel to various points along the route.

Nothing unusual there, except that in true "ah bless" fashion, one of the party - clearly deemed 'the organiser' - has to sit on the seat where there is a bell push at chest level on a horizontal hand pole.

I have no idea whether the other old ladies are unable to use the bell for themselves or have simply been instructed not to, but the job of 'the organiser' is to guard the bell, and ring it whenever the bus is approaching one of the stops at which any member of the party wishes to alight.

Maybe we should teach her to ring the bell twice when the bus is ready to move off again. She could even collect the fares! Oh no, there aren't any........