Seeing red (and yellow and green)

Frantic morning at the controls, a quick lunch, another bit of bashing out words and then I had to head out to catch a bus into town for an appointment that had already put me in a bad mood.

The bus was seemingly 14 minutes early so I jumped onboard, forgetting that the one I had planned to catch was yet to arrive and according to the tracker was indeed still 14 minutes away. So I got into town plenty early and wandered over to where I needed to go. I had so much time in hand I had a sit on a bench and drank tea, I walked the long way round the block and was still over 15 minutes early. Only to be told I was actually 15 minutes late, which I was and I wasn't because stupid computer systems made me look stupid.

Then I found they couldn't do the test they needed to do and I have to go back again another time.  I was polite about it but I practically exploded once outside.

So I wandered off to catch a bus so I could go and see Mum and Dad and Boy Wonder before going home, but it was half an hour away and I couldn't face hanging around that long, so I walked around the block again, to almost where I had come from, to catch the usual fast bus home.

En route I saw this rather nice yellow Triumph Stag burbling away from the traffic lights.

Back home, having had to take nearly four hours out of my day, I did a little bit more work and then logged off, lit the woodburner, made tea and listened to my new copy of Rick Wakeman's re-recorded Journey to the Centre of the Earth album, resplendent in its bright green Roger Dean cover.  The original is charmingly of its time, with a few clams here and there and a fast paced story.  The new version is longer, better recorded, better performed and is an absolute tour de force of Wakemannery.

Edit: Sometimes my best photos are those dashed off in an unplanned split second.  I'm really pleased with how this one turned out.