Itchy and Scratchy

On the bus on the way to the south bank today I was surrounded at every point by itchy people. You know the sort - not literally scratching but fidgety, unable to stand still. In constant motion like a frustrated big cat trapped in the zoo. Pacing. Riggling in their seat. They were at Finsbury Park while I waited for the 19 or 4. There was a woman like it on the 19 when it eventually came. There were more at the bus stop at Angel waiting for the 341 or 4. One standing almost directly behind me who had to smoke, then stand in the road to see if the bus was coming, then stand back on the pavement, then pace around, then stand in the road again. Just standing next to him was making me jumpy.