I rode my favourite front seat on the top deck of the bus all the way to our destination, very much looking forward to seeing MM at the meeting. As the stop on York Place drew near my two companions grabbed their bags and made their way downstairs. I remembered that my own rucksack and handbag were on the lower deck and followed the others down to retrieve my belongings. Before I knew it, everyone else had alighted at the stop while I was still fussing over the £10 and £20 notes in the purse of my green handbag, wondering if any had been stolen. When the bus started up again I ran to the front to complain. “You’ll just have to get off at the next stop, cross the road, and catch the next bus heading in the other direction” advised the driver. “But I don’t have another £1.20 in change for the fare!” I moaned. “No problem” she cheerily replied “Under the ‘Missed Stop Compensation Scheme’ I am obliged to reimburse you. Here, have £15”.