“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.” The bus driver called cheerily over the speakers, once everyone was aboard. He had a light Scottish accent.
“Good morning, Roy!” The whole bus chorused with gusto.
“Welcome to the 1996 Senior Band Tour.” Roy continued. He was a burly, bear of a man in his early fifties. He had a bushy ginger beard and a humorous twinkle in his grey eyes. Roy worked for Country-Rail as a bus-driver and volunteered every year to drive the bus for the Senior Band tour.
Joseph smiled from the front seat. “Happy to have you with us once again, Roy.”
“Thank you, thank you.” Roy continued. “Now…”
“A joke! Tell us a joke, Roy!” Ralph called from the back of the bus.
“No! Tell us the weather!” Lucy shouted.
The whole bus clapped and cheered at this suggestion.
“The weat
