Things today went off largely without hitches, until something burst into flame (or smoke, anyway) at King's Cross rail station just as I emerged from the Underground. This bit of drama didn't set my day back--I still got on a good train home--but did make it interesting.
I should have "There's so much more to tell" tattooed onto my body somewhere. It is so true a thing. What a day--just for instance--today was.
Photographs don't seem to be agreeing with Le Bloggeur tonight, so you'll have to wait until tomorrow for even a glimpse of what I saw today: my eyes are so heavy that I can't hold them open much longer. [Tuesday morning: there it is!]