I photographed myself at the Holland Park tube platform in the bubble mirror on the way IN (note funny old lady arm position. I'm such an old person.), and on the way HOME, I saw a rainbow from my seat in the back of the U1 bus. I guess it was my reward for having to sit through an hour-long bus ride. It's normally 15 minutes. Something about the absurdity of the pretty rainbow over gritty Uxbridge seemed incongruous, and yet perfect. Am I a poet? Damn right I am.
