Rose Street

I can't remember why it seemed sensible to get the sleeper back. Finish at five, back to London at half six, walk from Marylebone to Euston and then wait five hours for the train. Hmm. I'm sure I could have flown back. Never mind. Off the train and into the office for what turned out to be a full and quite sleepy day.

This had nothing going for it other than being a photo taken as I trudged to work just to be sure that at least, and it turned out only, one was taken.