That sinking feeling

Ah, that sinking feeling. When your mind is suddenly dragged from your book by an unexpected movement of the tram. Yes, it's that sinking feeling you get when you realise that the tram you expected to go straight has turned a corner and you know that, once again, you're on the wrong tram. For three months I've been able to catch the 20, but for the past few weeks it has changed it's route. But sometimes, when I'm tired, I forget. Today was one of those times. I enthusiastically leapt onto the 20, buried my head in my Kindle and then was pulled from the fictional world back to the real one by the feel of the tram turning ... Then it was wait 10 minutes in the freezing cold for a number 12, or walk through the park. The park won! So here's a wintry photo taken in Letna Park as I walked home ...