Bus 8

Bus 8 On the bus 8, to Garston I met my future wife I was going to meet someone at the British Legion there, something about a job on a ship. At an outdoor we bought cans of coke and also bottle of rum, the job thing was forgotten I thought she was the most understanding woman I had ever met. A fortnight later we got married, people I didn’t like much, brothers in laws, came to our reception. Dreams never last, like a worker’s money, woke up one morning; no smell of coffee from downstairs she had gone out and left a note: “Get a Job! ” Took a bus to Albert Dock, a ship there, going to Murmansk, needed a cook I didn’t hesitate, signed on, every morning made my own coffee and everyone else’s. I would still like to know if she, when coming back from Garston’s shopping centre, missed me.