Waiting

Moor Street Station in freezing cold. Brrr!

I had a meeting to get to in Birmingham today, so I set out with the intention of emulating Noodle888 - there must be some unexplored images of Selfridge's as yet untapped - but no, I bow to her superiority - I could only find those which have been recorded before! The ceiling was interesting, as was the jelly bean bull - but the resulting potential blips just weren't that exciting.

So I settled for the (long) wait for the train home. Despite five layers I was chilled to the bone by the time the train arrived. How come the train you just missed is always early, and the next one is always late?