Reflecting on Thursday

Bless this not working in London on a Friday business. Thursday really is the new Friday, after a busy day at work with barely a break at lunch. Coming home on the train and Lorraine phoned saying the bad thing that I had been thinking. She was waiting in the car at Preston Park station, and we drove home, then sauntered down to the Park View, where it was too busy, and then mooched around to the Preston Park Tavern and had food and a cold beer with my wife. A lovely way to end a Thursday.

In my ten minute lunch break a snap of reflections on water.