I wonder how many other widowed pensioners feel like me on Sundays and Bank Holidays, I do not drive and when my husband was alive he took me everywhere. When I moved to this village seven years ago, it was really nice, we had a village shop where we could go and get the Sunday Paper and odd bits of shopping even sit outside and enjoy a coffee on a sunny morning we also had a Sunday Bus Service, sadly 3 years ago the shop closed, and this year the Sunday Bus Service went, Taxis charge extra for Sundays making it £15 each way just for me to go to Town, where sometimes there are special events on Sundays and Bank Holidays, but for me and plenty of others who don't drive, its impossible to get there reasonably unless we want to walk the 4 mile each way. I thought of having a coach trip out on a Sunday but of course have to get to Town to get the coach. They call this progress, I have no family near me and have really come to dread Sundays.
I wish I could get a pill to send me to sleep on a Sunday and wake up on Monday or in the case of Bank Holiday, Tuesday. They call this a Free Country maybe it is, but only for Car Drivers I feel. I guess they call this progress.
Being quizzed by chemist's assistant in Boots.