National Express...
It was the first time I’d been stripped off to a T shirt since I landed back in Blighty as I battled today with the intense heat.... Id taken a train up north first and then connected to the X95 Borders bus that was leaving a very, very inclement Carlisle. OMG!!!!....within ten minutes it was like a sauna on wheels....35 degrees on the inside which had passengers gagging for air as we went splashing up the A7. Not being able to see bugger-all through all the steamed up windows didn’t help and then only stopping briefly for oxygen when the doors opened at various God forsaken, arse-end places where no one actually got on or off.....welcome to the Scottish Borders! This old lass was dead by the time we got to Hawick but no one except me noticed...she will be like an old cow stuck in a cubicle by the time they find her in Edinburgh in three days time... Now at 36 degrees C... No wonder there is no water in 🇮🇹 as it would appear that it’s all here ...