This morning the Queen Victoria docked at Standsgarden 167,Stockholm.

There is a limited  shuttle  bus service  transfer from the ship to the City Centre. I boarded one of those buses and was greeted by a smiling blonde lady bus driver.Soon we drove off.The drop off point being the square where the Opera house is situated.All went very well until we almost reached our destination,  then a female  voice speaking Spanish resounded from the very front of the bus to the very back, getting louder and louder, more and more irritated.It was the woman driver talking with her Spanish speaking dispatcher.We turned into the  Jakobsgatan Square.And could go no further.No room for the bus to manoeuvre.And then the real fun began.The voice of the woman reached a fever pitch as did that of her dispatcher.She tried to reverse. All around ONE way streets.  To the credit of the Swedish drivers there was not one single hoot.They all sat there,queues everywhere, waiting for the show to come to a conclusion.We halted. Some Cunarders decide to abandon the bus.
Not me. I was staying to the end whatever the end was going to be.And slowly but surely the situation went  from  ridiculous to sublime. The driver began to cry. Yes, the driver burst into  tears.Some men went to give her advice and I wish they did not,they  made her feel even worse and she was sobbing her heart out.And then a knight in shining armour got up and spoke with her and went out  and stopped all the incoming traffic in one of the one way streets   and she was able to drive through that street  into a wide boulevard. Our rescuer was an English gentleman, very handsome. Sitting  alone.Why would an intelligent, capable, and  good-looking man travel by himself, I cannot understand. Maybe he is alone, because he IS sensible.
My husband used to say whenever he was asked to give a speech at a wedding, which was always, because he was very witty - if you want to stay happy,do not get married.He said it jokingly,of course,or did he, come to think of it,he was never laughing when he said it!
Even when the merciless Alzheimer's was raging, he retained his sense of humour and would say to every-one in a restaurant or on a bus,conspiratorially- I love my wife very much. I have to, she has all the money!