(or tajy marra for any cumbrians reading this) Ok, toot toot, we're on another sodding bus, and this one's sodden too! Lest we forget the weather we're leaving behind, our treacherous carriage came complete with damp seats to bear us south! No matter, as we were on the back seat which kept falling off...only a 12 hour journey. Fortunately, the driver had a genius idea for fanning the bus, perhaps with the intention of drying the seats. As we approached Delhi, he decided not to pull out whilst overtaking another truck. Time saving, maybe. Foolhardy, said I. And I was right, as our bus rammed the arse end of the truck, depositing the windscreen and some of the front panels on the heavily potted road. Mums, dads, worry not. The new ventilation failed to dry the
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