Reflected sky

After an early start updating figures and staring at percentages there was a meeting which I had to leave early in the afternoon to get my train (one of those booked-train-only tickets). To my chagrin I discovered that I had an hour to spare at MK central station, having thought my train was at 14:51 and then discovering it was not till...15:41. Dyslexia, mio? Or maybe the fact that I'd been looking at next week's diary and one of the trains I have to catch is at...14:51. Or maybe that Richard III has been in the news again and he was born in...1452. No, I'm clutching at straws; what a numpty.

Anyway, I had plenty of time on platform 6 during which I could snap away at the reflections of the clouds in the shiny building above the station.