We work late, then you miss your train, then the next one is late, then train two is later. Mind my day isn’t as bad as this chaps.
Nobody wants to come back to this.
The train comes eventually. And being so late at night, there is plenty of room.
I get to the sanctuary of my garden.
And enjoy the ever changing colours.
The slight differences each day.
Wow, I’m just wowed by my tulips.
They have made me happy.
It looks great.
And some things in life are more wonderful