From the waiting room

The waiting room is actually my flat. I’m waiting with apprehension for my covid and ‘flu jag which takes place tomorrow morning.  I’ve been knocked for six the last two times. In the meantime I’ve been compliing an imaginary album called Martian Music: The Worst of Martin Russell. It would have eight old tracks and four new ones. I have these ideas from time to time but I don’t always act on them. As soon as it’s dark I am going to bed.
     Today’s picture is courtesy of Microsoft.