Fred Karno would have felt quite at home in the International Station yesterday.
We went to renew our TIB bus passes.
Little did we realise that this would take place in a kind of “bike shed,” where we joined a long queue being dealt with by a lone, hard-pressed young lady, who apart from issuing TIB passes, had from time to time, leave her desk to go and unlock a store and drag out bicycles, then armed with a spanner she set about making adjustments. This performance perforce took some time and the queue had grown to about 60.

It was now 12.30 and we noticed that 14.00 was closing time.
We made it but I suppose that the unlucky ones would have to come back another day.
What a way to run an “International” station where all the world sees Palma.
Yours etc
Nicholas Carter
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