I went looking for Michelle today. She was the fianc of rich, and lives in shavington. I got the bus to crew and thence, after a bit of shopping, got the bus to shavington. Although the latter claimed to be accusable, I had a real problem getting defiant on it.
I spent some time looking about the village. It has become a priority of mine to try to trace what remains of my old class at Hebden. Despite the best efforts of myself and a lady who I got to help me, the search was fruitless. It was getting late, so, given the rigmarole I had had with the bus, I decided to drive back to crew – only about a mile – with a view to getting the twenty back to alsager.
The first part of this plan went well. However, I was sat at the bus stop outside the mmu Crewe campus, when the twenty approached, then, to my horror, drove on without stopping. Looking at the timetable, the next bus was not due till half five, and my PA was expecting me. I decided that I had no choice but to drive home before it got dark and cold.
It is six miles from Crewe to alsager, but I made it in about an hour. It’s surprising how quickly I made it. However, it scared me witless; not something I want to repeat soon.
I got home in one piece, wheelchair battery rather low. Nicky was waiting for me – I had worried that she’d have gone since I was about thirty minutes late. I have never been more relieved to see anyone. We went in, and she made dinner.
What a day.