Unbelievable Cupidity

The weekend is most welcome after the gruelling two day week.

Last night I fetched M from Stansted (where it is impossible to pick someone up without paying £5.50) after his Finnish New Year.

Today I dragged him out on a run. It turns out that he doesn't like slippery mud that makes his new running shoes dirty or cold water that makes his old running feet wet.

Out for a meal at the Crown this evening, then we'll be back to check up on the relative merits of the Danish and Swedish police in The Bridge.

NB, if only had some sporks, I could have knocked off yesterday's and today's pictures in a January Sales twofer deal...