' ' ' ' My 19th Nervous Breakdown

The bus stops outside a shop most inappropriately named THE BEAUTY SPOT (which it is - not) . I gaze at it for quarter of an hour or more bored (oh so bored) as we go nowhere...fast. There is no Present or no Future any more - just the Past. And then when the traffic slowly un- -snarls (I manically smiling) & we finally move all of 50 feet or more only to come to a stand still outside a betting shop grinding to a furious halt at FIRST PAST THE POST for another 20 minutes more I am suddenly 7 to 1 favourite to go stark raving mad. All the stops seem to mock my extreme lateness. Ahhh....good...Goodmayes & St. George's Hospital have just arrived where I get off & walk (fast as I can) rather than be admitted for my 19th Nervous Breakdown.