I’m not sure about you but I generally don’t enjoy that fed-up, lethargic and apathetic state I end up in when the funk comes to visit and I don’t mean the good, musical variety!
Carol arrived at the pedestrian crossing, pressed the button and waited for the lights to change. She looked across the road in the direction of the bus-stop, there was no one there although, about 450 feet away, an old man with a walking stick was slowly heading in the bus-stop’s direction.
