Okay, this time I really am on the bus. The wi-fi is working on this particular Oxford-bound coach.
I feel a bit nauseous, actually. I don't know if I have the norovirus or if it's the fact that I'm sitting backwards. It was the only available seat at a little table, but the stop-and-go of the bus as it leaves the city, and my backwards vantage, is conspiring to give me that flushed, queasy feeling. Or maybe it was the cheddar and pickle sandwich I had for lunch. In any event, I think I better sign off for now...
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Motion-sickness has vexed me for years (something to do with ear canals apparently). I can conquer it by driving myself or by commanding a clear view of the road and adjusting my body to every turn of the road and every movement of the car. I don't suffer on trains because they don't deviate in their movement in the way cars and buses do.
Hope your nausea proves short-lived.
I think you need to sit in an overheated pub and drink a warm beer! Welcome home. And don't think I was kidding about the bleach and the lye ... we're taking no chances here in Summertown.
I've seen your wardrobe. It's best to burn everything and start over just to be safe.
Excuse me, Ruth, we're perfectly clean in London. There's no need for disinfectant. We all had a bath last week in preparation for John's visit.
R
Isn't it nice to know that you are soooo loved by "your brother said" and "richard", among others!
If you suffer from motion sickness, don't try to read or work on a bus; look out the window and focus on the horizon, which won't (shouldn't) jump around in front of your eyes the way a book or laptop would.
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