Slush

The calm white blanket that greeted me on stepping out of the front door turned to slush and wintry showers after about 30 seconds of being outdoors. At least I didn’t skid off my bike at any point, which is a win on days like this.

I had some useful calls and when I emerged from those I had an urge to go on a yellow sticker run to the supermarket. If there’s anything more satisfying than snapping up dirt cheap lemon tarts and iced buns of a Friday afternoon then let me know as I’m yet to find it.

The office was chilly and I spotted my colleague Jack with a portable heater, pilfered from someone else’s vacant desk. I may have to fight him for it during the depths of winter.