17.18 train

This might be the last evening I see this hugely successful cyclamen. I’ve decided to ask Alexander and L to look after it while I’m away, a fair exchange for minding Islay dog. In the background is the evening train bound for Central Station.
No idea where today has gone, and I’m still to start on the papers. Splashed out on a printed one because it had an easy comfort food supplement, with things I will never get round to cooking.