Inside out shirt

As I rushed to the bus stop this morning I looked down at my shirt and thought that it had changed its pattern somehow - indeed it had because it was inside out. I had no time to return home, so as I sat at the bustop, (see below) I descretely took it off and put it around the right way, all the while hoping that none of the parents who were dropping off their children at the school across the road would recognise me.

More clumsiness followed as I ran to catch the train. (It was just about the leave as I got to the station). The man running ahead of me decided not to make the dash for the train and consequently I crashed in to him.

Follow this link to the train and time tables.

This is Murrumbeena Road, heading north towards Murrumbeena station.