Set my alarm for 7:30 but sleep till 8:47. As I leave the house I see the bus, I begin to run but the bus doesn’t stop at the next stop, I walk to the previous stop. I wait for about 2 minutes for another bus to arrive. I accidently clip the heel of an elderly lady as I’m getting on the bus. ‘Thanks driver’. I sit at the back of the bus, downstairs and to the left but facing the final seat. The bus stops at the next stop… after about 30 seconds the driver leaves his seat and announces that everybody will have to get off as he can’t close the doors for some reason. He apologises for the situation. About a 2 minute wait for the next bus, I get on the bus and don’t swipe my oyster card. The driver calls me back. I say that I swiped it on the previous bus. He says that you must swipe even though the broken down bus is directly in front of this bus. He calls that bus’s driver a ‘dickhead’. I swipe my oyster card. I sit upstairs on the left, next to the window. I put on my headphones and listen to music. When the time comes I get off the bus and walk to the underground. The station is closed. The tube employee standing at the top of the stairwell says that there is no service between Liverpool Street and Leytonstone. ‘There is a person under a train.’ I look at the bus stop and there is a huge queue to get on the bus that I just got off. I walk to the next stop where more bus services run from. The next bus is absolutely packed. I decide to wait for another bus. I get on the bus. ‘Thanks driver.’ I sit upstairs at the back on the left. I listen to music. Directly in front of me, a man in his mid fifties taps the shoulder of a young man in front of him and tells him, ‘Turn down your music…turn it down!’ The young man looks Italian. The older man is wearing a navy coloured suit. On my left is a young man with a Staffordshire dog. The man wearing the navy suit gets a phone call. He begins to explain loudly that he is going to be late for work. I begin to study the back of his head as he is talking. I notice he has dandruff. I get off the bus one stop before the underground station. I walk for about 400m and then I enter the station. The central line tubes up dating service flashes: “There is no service between Liverpool Street and Leytonstone due to a person under a train at Mile End.” I begin to look at the advertising spaces. There is a video countdown flashing on one of these, 10…9…8…7… days left. I get on the tube. I pick up a discarded paper from the carriage’s floor. A lady who was standing at the back of the carriage by the opened window moves her position. I wonder is it because of the strong breeze coming in as the train moves. She has long brown perfectly kept straight shiny hair.