Going home

I've been to my parents' today, and there was lots for me to do - shopping round the village, beds, laundry etc. There always seems more to do on the days when I'm working at night.

Once again I have that weird thing that feels like the start of a cold, that never develops into anything. It will last a couple of days then vanish as mysteriously as it came. Maybe I'm allergic to something... 

I took this photo in the village station on the way home. As it's a work night I didn't have time to wander round and find a blip before going home.