We've just come back from Cornwall, it's a lovely sunny day - the sort you know from experience will not likely be bettered all summer - and we're about to board our bus at Richmond. As we shuffle on board, me just behind S. lugging our hefty wheely suitcase, a woman in "a sorta pants suit type of thing" barges unceremoniously past S., virtually pushing her ot of the way. She carries on gabbing on her mobile phone to (I'm making an assumption here) her mother in that disgusting South African accent as she makes her way to her seat at the front of the bus.
We trudge past her, fuming.
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