shuffle, run

8:30am and heading for work.

The sight of snow on the ground doesn't put me off cycling. The twinkle of the same snow showing off it's frosty covering does, however. I opted to get the train to work. The shuffle to the station in my wellies seeming like a good idea at the time.

The ability to cover ground at pace was hampered by both the footwear and the surface.

No matter. Hi-ho and all that.

The weeWeir is fighting a chest/cough/snot/infection thing. Sleep is therefore a broken record.

Thoughts are consequently a ball of fuzz.