I was really surprised to see so much ice still on the lake at the Barbican this morning. All the snow in London has been gone for a couple of days, so I guess the ice here must just have been really thick - or perhaps the Barbican really does just have its own micro-climate.
Lovely sunny day for the most part. I skipped pilates at lunch again - starting to wonder if I'll ever feel better enough to do it again. I know I will, it's just been so long already. In other news, it was my 17 year anniversary at work today. I bought a few chocolatey treats for everyone to celebrate/commiserate/whatever ;)
Phoned my friend Katherine on the way home this evening - she's still struggling to recover from a bad bout of the flu at Christmas, poor love. It really feels like every conversation I have with anyone is medical-related at the moment! Is this what happens when you enter your forties?