Spinning at St. Pancras

Most days I spend my time preparing, maintaining, cleaning up, or getting somewhere else so I can do more of the same. Sometimes I get a little ahead; today I got way behind. Resentment simmers. That's ok. Tomorrow two newly retired greyhounds come to my house to be bathed, and I get to foster one of them. In the meantime, I offer random peripheral spinning content : if you find yourself in London, take a tour of the old St. Pancras rail station. It's like an abandoned castle. With toilet displays.