Whilst crocheting on the bus this morning, the ball of wool decided to leap off my lap and roll under the seat on the other side of the aisle. Then as the occupants of that seat reached down to retrieve it, the ball took another dive down the bus, with me scrambling on my hands and knees to bring it to a halt.
Once it had been rescued, one of my neighbours remarked that today wasn’t my day. Except that not only did the bus get to Leeds city centre in good time, but I felt I had made much headway with my research at work.
Then on the way back home, I found the lost property office at the bus station and the lunch bag I had left on a seat yesterday was there. Admittedly, it wouldn’t be of much interest to a thief but I had wondered if it might have been dealt with by bomb disposal or some such.
On a roll myself, I noticed a rather large branch which council gardeners had chopped off one of the trees which decorate a green space on my housing estate. Since they didn’t seem to want it, I thought it would do very well in the next hugel bed I build, so that came home with me.
Coming full circle, on the last stage of the journey home I ended up feeling as embarrassed as I had on the bus this morning. Just about all my neighbours happened to be getting into or out of their cars just as I was passing with a large piece of wood. Fortunately, no one stopped me to enquire why I was liberating it from the undergrowth.