let me see..

me and sheen machine were a little nervous this morning about our planned run in the Pentlands - not just that we're both back training from the beginning again (her - injury recovery, me - plain lazy lard assness) but because of the fine down of snow that had fallen overnight.

Very happy we made it to this cleft between the hills and back. Ipod magic put this on just as I turned to head back. Perfect for running with every sensation still available, the outer rims of your being (and bum) frozen.

Well rewarded afterwards by Sheen's fine dining. Homemade soup, pasta and carrot cake - lucky spoilt me. Afterwards more wise counsel and help with some work. Which I need in abundance right now. Walking home princess st has become an entirely new place with market stalls, lit up train, bus cafe's and a stage... between the snow and the shoppers I'm a tinsy wincy tinselly bit more Christmassy now.

now to get my head down and actually get on with some work