how unhinged is unhinged, and a bit on the number 37 bus?

• By Alison
• 10 May, 2007
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How unhinged is it to spend time posting a blog entry, only to see after you’ve submitted it, that you did one on the SAME topic yesterday?

I feel like the number 37 bus (which by the way, I used to travel on quite a lot.) Actually, I have different feelings about the number 37 bus. I am almost not
married to my hubby thanks to the number 37 bus. It’s probably not something a sane Londoner would do, but being an australian, and newly imported, I
thought that it was a good idea to catch the number 37 bus from Greenwich where I was shopping with friends, back to Balham, where I was meeting a date. (At my
house.)

So it never actually occurred to me that it was take THAT long to get across sarth london. I left almost 2 hours travel time, and I still arrived just as he
was giving up and going home – cross, irritable and decidely unenamoured by me.

Another 5 minutes, and the number 37 bus might have been responsible for me marrying a green grocer and moving to Wales. (Highly unlikely, given that I insult
most Welsh people by not recognising their accent in the first 3 seconds.)

This is a post of lunacy.