Tracks into the distance
I've caught the first cold of the year. In fact, the first cold since we came to Finland in August. Incredible, really. Had today not been an auspicious day with Mr A coming back to Finland I might have been tempted to spend the whole day under the duvet. As it was, I worked in the morning, before trekking to the airport to meet him via another walk on the ice. Again in the evening I would have voted for a quiet time, but we'd committed to going out for dinner and given it was his first night back, I didn't want to disappoint him.
I'm struggling to convey effectively to Mr A my enthusiasm for walking on the ice. I hope he will give it a go.