Evening has broken

Steve picked me up from work and we went to the station to try and sort out some seat reservations, which we could not do. However, when we got home we were greeted by this corker of a sunset. After I’d snapped it, I went in and heated up some chicken stew (again) for supper. Then I made up the spare bedding for the cat sitter, and walked over to my
poetry class, which was excellent, as usual.

Work was … work. I went into the office, am going to try and go there on a Tuesday, rather than working from home. I do not know whether that will be possible. I just can’t wait to be on our way to Argyll. We leave on Friday.