Something struck me when I was on the bus earlier, not a door or rogue bag, small child or scag head, but a thought. A thought which was sparked by one passing remark from an elderly passenger to another (yes you could say I was eavesdropping). The elderly lady was sitting in the single seat right at the front of the bus, the raised one which sits in front of the luggage holder, she must have been 70 or 80. An American family got on the bus, by family I mean Mom (get the American ref?) who was carrying little son on the chest and her Mom (I’m on fire here) who had the older daughter by the hand. The bus was full so they were forced to stand, just alongside me, poor buggers.