On the bus.

This morning.

No, not me. On the floor. Vomit.

Went to sit down and then realised what I was walking into. Scurried quickly to my right and another seat.

Yesterday smelly old man who lives down the road and wears his door key round his neck managed to keep seats behind and in front of him clear. That's pretty good going.

I was fortunately upwind in the circle.

It's enough to make me consider buying a car again.

Got to go - it's Cheltenham this week. Got to monitor my horses' progress this afternoon.