Running for the train

I had 24 minutes between arriving at Clapham Junction and catching my onward train, the Windrush line to Shoreditch High Street, but I managed to use it up in buying a coffee and dawdling for a Blip. I caught it, just in time. 

I’m staying at a Citizen M hotel, a rather smart place with tiny rooms but large communal areas. It’s good being retired, but a relief to help with someone else’s business occasionally.