Warm, wet, watch,
Wait. Early or late?
Here at last.
Thrown in seat.
Stop. Chug-chug chug-chug,
Start, err rer rer rer,
Sway, lurch, stop.
Loop ’til D’Hill
(c) Robert Jones 2014, All Rights Reserved
8 thoughts on “The 418”
where’s that storm?
I’m told later??
The humidity is too much isn’t it!
Thank goodness for the air conditioning and the paddling pool 🙂
paddling pool – great option! my office has been like a sauna 😉
Cool … very cool … and a glimpse of life in Oz.
This is the first time I’ve caught this bus and it was 10 minutes early or late depending how you look at it
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