The English Spirit

It turned bitterly cold today, reminding me again of just how mild this winter has been so far. I went out at lunchtime in search of some suitably bundled up people to get an appropriate blip, only to stumble across Mark here waiting for his bus - in nothing but a T-shirt! True English Spirit indeed! I think I feel the cold a lot more now than when I was younger, but I don't remember ever being this hardy.

Thanks for all the good wishes. My bruises have started to come out, but there is no serious damage done. Indeed, my head actually feels better today than it has done in a while! Perhaps it needed a bit of shake-up. And I managed to avoid making any stupid mistakes at work too! A better day.