And then three come along at once.

The proverbial London Bus, that music hall cliche of reliability and punctuality, has evolved somewhat from the halcyon days when I was in residence there. From iconic familiarity, much derided and adored, to replacement by clunky enclosed vehicular boxes without a free verandah. really no verandah? The designers went out of their way to alienate half the capital, both the reliant commuter and every other road user.
But hark changes are afoot.

Replete with a stonkingly huge shiny new platform, to waft your bags and gesticulate at tourists and parking wardens alike. Or was that just my morning carriage to work?

Alas gone are the days of the travelcard, the grumpy looks of fellow passengers, the snarls and suspicion as bags are heaved on board, loud stereos that are anything but personal...
Instead I drive my road hogging, single person (with three seats to spare), filled with shopping, bluetooth stereo, handsfree GTi to work every day, to park in my capacious free space.

Heathwise, just like the cliche, things have arrived in threes..... hospital appointments that is.

A visit to the renal team for a three monthly checkup and WOF/MOT, a visit for some more cardiological testing (presumably to see if I'm still alive), and best news of all, a stay overnight for a"procedure", to clear the blocked chalky arteries I mentioned last week.

I will be a freshly reinvented model, a few dings to my paintwork, but on the whole a remarkable much loved survivor from the sixties..... Just the ticket.