Day 200. How did I get here?

Day 200. That feels pretty momentous. Two hundred posts of varying quality and of questionable interest. To anyone. But here I am. On the two hundredth day.

Waiting at Sunderland station I loved this intentional (?) feature. This could easily be an installation in the Tate Modern. Can you work out the silhouettes?

Who would have thought I'd be praising Sunderland station for its interesting architecture? Just proves how little I know.

Man with suitcase and woman with pram. Just in case you were wondering.

Day 58. Better than sliced bread.

It was my turn to sort out supper today and when I was still at my laptop at 7pm, the chicken curry I had planned to put in the slow cooker was clearly out of the question. A quick trip into town and I returned with a loaf of thick cut white, bacon and a four pack of Hoegaarden. Add to that sumptuous feast the remaining two slices of lemon meringue and let's just say I scored major Brownie points with this impromptu meal. Not sure I can top it tomorrow. Unless I pick up an Indian takeaway on my way home from the station. Now there's a thought.