Lug

Ice crystallised in my hair and on my panniers this morning. I struggled to display positive emotions.

A friend got her nose piercing stuck on my jumper during her last day in the office before she transfers to our Myanmar office. From where she knows she will have to blip.

A friend is renovating his kitchen so has stripped it of units and tiles. He has also decided to order the heaviest oak beams to make some raised beds so we could be found at 10pm lugging them around his garden.

Work was good. Hot yoga was draining.

That was Friday.