The snow is back and has turned me into some sort of hibernating mammal. I’m still mooching around in several layers of clothing I would never wear outdoors, including the thickest dressing gown you’ve ever seen.
I only got out of bed 20 minutes ago…
Having had an update on external conditions from my other half – who braved the journey to the gym – I’ve made the decision not to leave our home today. Plenty to be done indoors anyway.
It would be nice to go out for a walk or even a run, but sadly, Tower Hamlets council have decided that Wapping isn’t deserving of any gritting activity. Apparently, the pavements are like an ice-rink. And if I’m going to successfully run the Reading Half-marathon in just a few weeks, I’d rather do it without a limp.
It’s not deep snow by any means. But due to a lack of gritting, the few centimetres we’ve be blessed with has turned solid and deadly.
Time to turn to my home-based to-do list. And remain thankful that I’m not trying to fly anywhere today. Heathrow is (once again) turning into some sort of hellish refugee camp.
I am supposed to be travelling to Cheltenham tomorrow evening, so it’ll be interesting to see what state the railways are in by then.