Bus drivers face a lot of work stress

IN reply to Avril Common’s letter about bus drivers smoothly coming to a stop I have to say as an elderly person I have tried to remain seated until the bus has stopped.

Although I have pressed the bell and seen the ‘bus stopping’ sign come on, the driver has passed my stop and groused because I hadn’t got the front in time due to having to make my way past standing passengers.

One can’t always get a seat near the front.

However, my main point was that many, not all, bus drivers don’t seem to be able to come to a smooth stop and this is not THERE lurks a silent killer that can kill one man in eight. If detected at its outset, it can change a future fate. Just being of a certain age, (the fifty mark they say) Does increase susceptibility, that’s always been the way. But it only takes a moment and although it isn’t nice. Should it be detected early, that may well just save your life. This message is a simple one, please don’t die of neglect. Just get past your embarrassment and have your prostate checked! MY head so tired and weary meets the pillow with a thud. My eyes are dim and bleary so the rest will do me good. In what seems like merely seconds I am in the land of nod. very safe for standing passengers and those trying to alight.

That said, I wouldn’t like to do their job which requires With a smile upon my face I’m a contented little sod. Soon the shackles of life cast aside,I’m free as any bird. I’m on a roller coaster ride,where lines are often blurred. But then other times they’re vivid and feel altogether real. The dreams in which I’m flying hold for me the most appeal. A bird’s-eye view of landscape that’s familiar to my gaze. With its green a pleasant pasture basking in a summer haze. Sometimes it’s just a fleeting instant that my thought allows. A total sense of peacefulness up there amongst the clouds. Then all too soon it’s over as I land with poise and grace. A contented little soul with a huge smile upon my face! Both JAMES BRIDGEWOOD,

Wallsend