The village bus used to run twice daily. Most days the bus was half-full. Then, to save money, it was made twice weekly – in one direction on Monday morning and back again on Thursday morning. Which was no good for anyone.
A year later they stopped it.
The Councillor gave me his vague political smile.
“We would reopen the bus service, but there is no demand. No one used it. If people wanted a bus service they’d have used it.”
Then he got in his Mercedes and drove off.
Marie Antionette would have been so proud of him.