Running Late for the Coach

After challenging Louis at one final round of Smash Brothers, I left sunny Bournemouth to coach it down to London. Mum was leaving it a bit late to drive me down to the station, but that didn't really matter so much since the coach was 45 minutes late. Plus I was 99% sure that I sat next to a low level drug dealer during the ride. Alarm bells started ringing once I notices he had two phones, both of which were ringing constantly and one was a burner. I've seen The Wire so I know what was going down. Got a bit of shut eye though and aside from a whiney kid behind me, the journey was painless. Tucked in Rebecca's comfy bed now and ready to sleep very well.