INTERDIMENSIONAL

Normallo life returns then, and with it, the good old Number 15 Interdimensional Omnibus.

I’m risking it because it turned up at exactly the right time, despite most of the roads being blocked with traffic. And if it manages to wormhole its way through the clustered vehicles ahead then it will have been a good choice.

Better than walking anyway.

I’m back on the bus because my car’s not working. A week or so ago, my brakes turned solid in the middle of Salisbury. It had a remarkable effect on my immediate prayer life. As it turns out it’s the vacuum pump that’s broken, meaning my brakes no longer have any hydraulic assistance. It’s basically like the 1980s. Not that I was driving anything then, of course. I’m just noting that it would be easier to stop a tank than it would my car in its present condition.

I won’t bore you with the details of how I got home from Salisbury. Let’s just say it involved maths, and fervent intercession.

Anyway, I’m back on the bus this week. I like the time it affords me - a sort of concentration break between the rigours of work, and the stresses of life. It’s pretty empty too, which is always a bonus. In that regard the 15, my quantum tunnelling transportation device, is truly an interdimensional wonder.