IPS - Invasion of Personal Space.

So bloggers here I am again...

In bed. Sick. Tired. Snuffly. Hot. Sick. Weak. Feeble....Sick.
And why you ask? Try public transport now for anyone who doesnt know me - all of you. I am slightly anal retentive. Yup you heard me. So i did say slightly and by this i mean I am no neat freak or OCD victim but rather I like certain things a particular way. For example - personal space kept uninvaded. Public transport which I have been forcibly re-united with for university is an invasion of ones personal space especially when your on the 185 at 8am on a weekday morning. Some stand whilst the person behind them repeatedly attempts to what I call 'body hug'. This is invasion of personal space number one. Others sit with another unusually close with, if seated on isle, a bag, elbow or arm in their face the entire trip also inclusive of a knock to the head here and there with the erratic bus movements. This is known as invasion of personal space number 2, the last invasion of personal space is the mere sad fact that 30-60 bodies are trapped in a moving hard box that is dubbed - bus. With usually shotty airconditioning, dirty, sometimes sticky floors and seats, not mentioning the surrounding poluted air full of dust, unusual bodily odours, gas and emissions from the bus and other traffic. And last but not least my favourite, the thing that has put me bed ridden for the last 14 hours - diseases and viruses afloat in the air including the common cold! Exhibit A - Myself.

Well when tis dreadful flu has left i will fil you in on first few days of uni and more public transport horrors.

over and out.