It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry. Or something.
Viv had just given me a lift to the station and we were talking about what to have for tea and how long I expected the judges meeting to go on. Then I saw a train pull out of the station. No idea what it was, it wasn't the right time for one. The next one is due in three minutes, but I'm not confident about this. There's a strong wind blowing from the NW, which is an unusual wind direction for us.