Men are like buses - and so is good news





Man (of Laurence Fox variety)

There is a great poem by Wendy Cope which likens men to bloody buses, you wait for one and then two or three appear. I’ve had that happen before but I’ve also noticed that sometimes good news can be the same. You sit round waiting for good stuff to happen, you have your head down and you keep on going. One foot in front of the other, inching forward day by day. Almost screaming in frustration when there is another obstacle.

And then suddenly, someone taps yuo on your shoulder (or sends you an email) and goes ‘here is something wonderful’. While you coo over that you get a call about something else that you thought had disappeared into the ether. And then something you never even thought of comes winging its way out of left field and suddenly you have an array of good stuff.

Which is no way a bad thing, all the more to celebrate!

What good news have you had recently? Or alternative tell me about men and buses...

http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/312103-bloody-men-are-like-bloody-buses-you-wait-for

“Bloody men are like bloody buses —
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.

You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You’re trying to read the destinations,
You haven’t much time to decide.

If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you’ll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.”

― Wendy Cope, Serious Concerns