Pause for reflection

There is a sickness on the House of Red. With George throwing up all last night and lurgies all round (there is, as ever, a lot of it about) I wasn't feeling on top form for a meeting over in Glasgow.

But walking down St Vincent Street in the bright sunshine, the reflection in this mirror-fronted building stopped me wallowing in self-pity for a moment. On the way back from the meeting, we walked up the other side of the street - and the church itself looked very unremarkable indeed. Which struck me as odd, really.