I was at the game with my father and when the final whistle blew we headed to the exit and walked back to the Whiteinch supporters bus. It had been a draw. The bus was in a long line of buses.
We waited and waited and waited..........for about 30 minutes. No idea what had happened.
Back home my mother heard the dreadful news.............the bus had not returned. Where were we?
We arrived home and my mother gave us the biggest hug ever. She had imagined we were both dead.
That's when we learned what had happened.
We waited and waited and waited..........for about 30 minutes. No idea what had happened.
Back home my mother heard the dreadful news.............the bus had not returned. Where were we?
We arrived home and my mother gave us the biggest hug ever. She had imagined we were both dead.
That's when we learned what had happened.
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, so had to phone our neighbours a few closes away, wee Mrs Murphy and ask her to send word that we were OK. 
