Next stop happiness

Shifting in the hard seat, I tried to find a comfy position. Squashed in, I wriggled around. My back sore, my tummy rubbing against the steering wheel. But it was where I’d be for the next 12 hours. In my job as a bus driver, I’d travel the same route in Strabane, picking up familiar faces, sharing a friendly smile with them. What they didn’t know was that it was just a brave face. Really, I couldn’t wait to get home where I lived alone. I’d draw the curtains, hide away and do the only thing tha...