21 again

Sometimes all it needs is to admit to the world that you have a problem, and the world sends you a solution almost straighaway. Within a couple of hours after posting the last post, a 21 passed, on Lendal Bridge. It was my first taxi.

The thing that ruined it slightly was that literally 5 seconds earlier, a 22 had gone past, fast, in the opposite direction. I turned to look, to hope it was still there, but no, it was gone. Ah well, one car is better than nowt, as we say in Yorkshire.