Though fairly soulfully, obviously.
When I left the house for a Friday Walk on an actual Friday I had, as so often, no idea where I was going. But walking round the corner I had an idea.
The weather was dreich, to use a lovely Scottish word. Cold, rainy, overcast and dull. Kind of like I was in a cloud. So my idea was to get on the first bus that came, then get off it when the rain stopped or when it reached its terminus, whichever was the sooner.
The first bus when it came was a 68, which I’ve already been on several times this week. But rules are rules even if I’ve only just made them up, so I got on.
Then in Priory Road Anfield the sun came out.
So I got off.
‘Oh no it’s Groundhog Day’ regular readers might be thinking.
“He’s going to walk round Stanley Park for the second time this week“.
Actually no. I’m going to turn right instead of left.