Coach Terror

I have never been on such an awful, hair-pulling, boiling my brains journey in all my LIFE! Which is a long 19 and a half years... It was THE definitive torture with undisciplined and uncontrolled children banging on the back of our seats. Their whining and singing in our ears with random outbursts of screaming with excitement, telling the whole coach we are going to Manchester. REALLY??? As if I didn't know what I paid for?

And breathe. Talking of this journey just brings back the whirl of anger i could feel roaring up inside me, which caused me to go slightly mad and get blind drunk once i had reached my destination. I blame the people on the bus. I blame the coach driver, a lairy bromey who thought he was funny but the fact was his comments WEREN'T JOKES!

One good thing was the company of my friend Nat. Luckily she was feeling the pain too. 5 and a half hours after leaving Leicester we finally arrived practically dripping with sweat having stripped off the 3 layers i was wearing. Requests to turn the heating off seemed to be acknowledged, but clearly my rosy cheeks, and banging headache said otherwise!!!

I praise God. The journey home was like chocolate melted over candy floss. Pure heaven. At least it was in comparison to the way up. I literally, have never felt so angry, at parents who just can't control their kids. I cannot comprehend what goes on in their brains. I know the coach breaking down added an extra cherry to our already perfect dessert of a trip. Mm how I wish I could re-live that moment in another lifetime, so this time i can forget my morals, forget my patients, a world where I wouldn't be arrested for lashing out on the people in that coach!

I am not a physco. But i can say, that all the possibilities of murder where going through my head. Ashamed? Not particularly, not after the pain they caused me. In reality of course I gritted my teeth, as soon as the coach pulled into the station I jumped up , pegged it as fast as I could off the bus, and into the happy arms of my friends. They were carrying a bottle of wine. True friendship. They had read my mind!