The Yellow Blob

Ahh well, can’t be hanging around the Thing all day, so patting it on its shiny blue head, make usual mad dash for the bus.
Never know these days if I’m late or not.
Used to rely on seeing this woman in a yellow coat walking up to the bus stop.



Fall out the door, look for Yellow Blob walking up the path – she always looks like one of the Moomins, even her hair is a Moomin style thing.


(for red, substitute yellow, and you get the idea)

Not once, have I seen her hurry, let alone run.
I run, my God, do I run.
The Yellow Blob never does. No matter what, Yellow Blob walks slowly up the path

Now the blob thing has disappeared…no more Miss Moomin, no more yellow blob

Gutted; now I just leg it and hope the bus is there.



Gone, just like the Moomins.




Just not there