....and I've just noticed that my Joy Reports weren't exactly a screaming success. Truth is,that other than the odd incident involving, say, dead people, or perhaps power failures across London, the tube has been a sweetie for weeks now.
Oh well, the Big Girl tells me to spark up a bus stops to encourage the bus's arrival. Now I've told the world how crap my journey is, suddenly it is no longer crap. So it worked then. Sadily I don't believe in that sort of crud, but if I did...
i kid you not though, in my teens, I could predict almost to the second when the next bus would appear in view. Being the sceptical man of science that I am, I would like to dismiss it as mere coincidence, though it did happen far too often for my liking. And if I'd been blessed with a true psychic gift, why couldn't it be something useful, like predicting lottery numbers. Didn't help Mystic Meg, mind.
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