On the Train

Reading the newspaper while sipping my green tea before 6 in the morning. 
Eleven hours later finally on the way home with wild garlic in a plastic bag (ashamed for that, I refuse using plastic bags, but the garlic was wet). The garlic smells heavenly I think, but look: I had the place to myself! (Almost........this is the bicycle department and there were no bicycles today)

Hooray,  last workday until 8. April. A lot unfinished at work, but perhaps the last time to breathe before the storm hits.

17:15; 8°C
and still on the train