Poor Darrell was in quite a state as he continued to tell Nigel and I about his truly, truly awful nightmare, it was sooooooo real he said and made us promise him that it wasn’t a cruel trick and it wasn’t, wasn’t, wasn’t true.
As he continued telling us he said the next thing he dreamt was me travelling to work on the Banga bus, pondering as to what the coming day would bring. He said that when I got to work I opened an e-mail asking me to go and see my manager, just as Nigel had had to do.
…… as I accepted my letter and then shook hands with my boss, who wished me well.
My last day was to be 18th July and then after that there would be no more booking buses for me, due to financial restraints, whatever they are/were.
There would be no more anxiously looking at the clock every five minutes when a bus had been unavoidably delayed ………..
And, there would be no more exciting deliveries from “my” bus companies in December when they would send me their calendars for the coming year.
Darrell said he then saw me closing up my telephone book for the last time, sniffing very, very deeply …….. and sighing “What is to become of us?”
But Darrell’s dream did not end there ………