Waiting For A Train

MrsDroog and I were both away from home this weekend. She was in London and I was in Bedfordshire. I got home first and went to the station to meet her, only to find that her meetings had overrun and that she had been further delayed by someone threatening to swan dive off a bridge and on to the East Coast main line near Peterborough. It makes a change from engineering works or leaves on the line, I suppose.

Suddenly, I found myself reminded of this. It made me smile. A lot.

In the extra, dramatic clouds over my house.