Oil

Stumbling down to the train station in a not-quite-woken-up way this morning, my by-now well trained brain starting scanning for a blip. And then, before I'd even reached the platform, I saw this oily flower glistening on the rainy road. It's obviously a drop of oil that dripped down from the leaky engine of some car waiting to turn out. There's something oddly mesmerising about that spectrum of oleaginous colours sliding across the tarmac.
Meanwhile, I will be without a debit card for the next few days.....my bank has automatically cancelled because some unspecified shop that enjoyed my patronage in the past may or may not have had its security "compromised".....sounds like fun times are in store !