Buses. They used to terrify me. Trains didn't, planes didn't, even boats didn't. And cars were OK - unless you count that 'new car' smell that our Scirocco reeked of. I was always convinced it would make me chunder en route to grandmas. Of course, it rarely did but the thought of puking without a … Continue reading Stop the bus, I want to get off
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