015: The Day My Mother Died

On the morning, just after eleven o'clock, of Tuesday 22nd November 1988, I drove my bus, a Service 4, slowly into Ryde Bus Station – I was looking forward to a break, something to eat and a hot, sweet and milky cup of tea. As I rolled the last few yards, I noticed the tall, dark and rather imposing form of the duty inspector leaning on the information board of the bus stand. My first thoughts…