Flat battery, forgotten wallet, wrong train. Bad things come in threes so, fingers crossed, that’s me for today. (Not that I’m superstitious you understand.)
This is the last of the wonderful January River of Stones. I’ve lost it a bit the last few days – when even the sharpest haiku seemed impossible. (I have however written over 60,000 words in reports in the last three weeks, all delivered to deadline.) Thank you, Fiona, for keeping the rainbow in the raindrop present in my mind.