Saying Goobye

I did it. I told the children I teach that I won't be back after the summer holidays. I thought it was going to be an easy job. A short sentence that consisted of 'sorry guys but I won't be back in September' but as I looked at them, I would rather had said ANYTHING else. So I fumbled for words and spat them out through what I won't admit were pulled back tears. It wasn't until I was sat there in front of them that I realised how much they all mean to me. How much we've grown, it's odd but I don't really want to leave them. If only the arts centre weren't so annoying. I'll miss those kids more than I thought. ~*~ But I am off the Scotland in 3 weeks. McBride needs to find a house and I need to visit the Glasgow Primark! Two reasons to get exited. Well, until I realise once again that I'm losing this beautiful boy to this beautiful city. I have moments like this but soon shuffle them off to the corner of my mind. For now anyway. At least I don't have to say goodbye to him just yet. Thankfully.

Bus Journeys

Past Kwik Fit (or however it's spelt) through London Road shops. Look into MacDonalds to see if anyone's brave enough. Past Mark Antony's hair dressing (with it's lack of customers and a broken window covered in MDF) Round the corner. Past wacky warehouse. Down Mile End ( with the blocks of flats with different coloured panelling) Into town. Look in Greggs, Look at deals in Iceland's window. Off into Queens Street. Stop for ten minutes at traffic lights (watch black birds in bushes outside Victoria park) Past newest developments (wish to be rich enough to live there.) Marvel and the little subway that's always empty but always clean as a pin. Round the corner at the Dockyard. (stare at the millions of Foreign Exchange Students) Into the hard. Off the bus. Walk past the 'no pedestrians past this point' sign. Under the tunnel. Past the constantly singing Bob the Builder ride. Into shop

~*~ I've done this journey one too many times