Nettie, that sounds like the horror known as ‘rail replacement bus service’ in the UK, which can indeed be a nightmare. I had an especially bad one a few years ago- just the last stop was replaced by a bus due to line works, but that’s a 20 mile section.
It was late on a Friday night. In the UK, it’s perfectly legal to drink alcohol on trains- some even sell wine- but often not on a coach or bus. The bus driver on this decided to be strict, and insisted anyone with a drink got rid of it. This didn’t go down all that well with a group in their early 20s who were at the cheerfully tipsy stage, and really not causing any problems other than arguing a bit (this is back when I was working as a bouncer, so I was a pretty good judge of drunken troublemakers). They gave in, but he’s just decided they were going to be Trouble and kept yelling at them for doing anything, like even turning round to talk to their friends sat behind them. It wound up with the driver repeatedly pulling over on the motorway hard shoulder (only supposed to be used in an emergency) and yelling at them for not sitting down properly (as they were adults, the driver’s responsibility is only to inform them that they should be seated with a seat belt on, not to enforce it, so that was a bit weird anyway), then eventually pulling into a service station and refusing to drive on until they got off the bus. What should have been less than 20 minutes on the train took an hour and a half on the bus. Everyone did not applaud.
Anyway, I need to head out- got a doc appointment, then need to go clothes shopping, seeing as the parcel did arrive yesterday. Annoyingly, after a week of nice weather, this is the one day I’ll be spending mostly outside and it’s chucking it down.
) and started supper. The bibimbap is gone now, so’s I’ll likely swing through the cheap Chinese or Sonic for a to go order. I’m sooooooooo ready for the long weekend.