I have phoned Transport for London about the accident and the man was amazed that neither the driver nor any passengers helped someone who was using a crutch at all after the driver opened the doors too soon .I have not formally complained but they will phone the garage and ask them to discuss it as it comes under “customer care” now we are customers.To me it’s just ordinary human decency.I shan’t use that bus again until I get stronger.
Oh,John Joe was a jolly man.
He was the one for me.
He had ten fingers on his hands,
And sometimes on my knee,
Oh,John Joe was my husband dear,
He slept upon my bed.
He had ten toes upon his feet,
No man was better bred.
Oh,Dear John Joe did pass away,
Whilst he lay on the grass.
And now I ‘ve no one next to me,
How slow the night hours pass.
I love John Joe with all my heart,
I’ll never love a man
The way I loved my dear John Joe.
I don’t believe I can,
I read a twenty dozen books,
And went for therapy.
But all I want is my John Joe
In bed aside of me.
Oh come back ,John,Oh come back ,Joe
Don’t you leave me here.
Oh,John Joe I can’t live without
MY husband lying near.
Oh,life’s so simple,life’s so clear,
We all need work and love,
I have my work cut out today
A grieving for my dove
.
Oh,John Joe Brown,you were my man.
I’ll not have any more.
I wish I lay within your arms
Were oft I’ve lain before.
I’ve never lain wi’ no-one else
And never will again,
If I can’t have my sweetheart John,
I’ll not have any man.
Oh,come back ,John,Oh,come back, Joe
Don’t lay down in the grass.
I’ll bake thee cake and mutton pies..
So sweet the hours shall pass.
How my heart sings 