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It was raining steadily when I set off first thing this morning, but as I approached the bus stop the heavens opened spectacularly. In the less than two minutes needed for me to get, via the newsagent, to the stop, my trousers got an absolute soaking. Then at Fareham bus station, Hazel said she was amazed how dry I'd kept! She, poor so-and-so, had got her skirt wet all the way round so had been sitting on a soaked bum. Thank goodness for my rain jacket.

Got to the bus stop outside the office after work to be told the shuttle bus had been and gone early - the guy standing there said he'd missed it by seconds. Then the 28 hit traffic twice on the way to Fareham, where worse was to come. 4.52 came and went with no sign of the 82, and First staff as always invisible; as we were all thinking this was yet another mystery cancellation (I spoke to a lady fellow-sufferer who observed "500 quid I paid for this bus pass, I wonder why I fucking bother") the bus finally showed up, and departed 14 minutes behind schedule. At least they didn't hold it for six minutes and merge it into the next service...