The coach journey

This time it was much more successful than usual. It started badly; the coach I'd booked a ticket on didn't arrive. I found out later that it had broken down, and got the next one over two hours later. In the event I missed the connection to where I was going. On the way there, I was worried most of the time when I got the first coach. I had been told that the coach was fully booked from a town halfway to London. I expected to be booted off the coach when we arrived at that town. Luckily one person didn't turn up so I was safe. When we arrived at London I enquired about a later coach. There was only one later coach, and I managed to get the last available seat on it.
I kept my earplugs in the whole way, so managed to block out all the babbling. Also it prevented the person in the next seat from talking to me. A result!