Scattered thoughts

(this will look like a poem but I’m not sure it is one)

J & I went all the way to Wilko to look for a milk pan.

Wilko - ASDA - Lidl - Decathlon - Poundland. No milk pan.

On the way home the bus voice was confused, to say the least. She mumbled stops that were not there and spoke gibberish.

She got some stops right, but most of them she didn’t.

And there were also 3 girls - typical teenagers.

Laughing, talking about boys (or to boys), loud, energic. EXUBERANT.

This was useless and unsuccessful.