Snow

Some snow, and a pigeon.

Mostly work. I’m slipping back into bad habits already of working too much. And, predictably, am sleeping badly.

TallGirl has still had no feedback on any assignments for uni, and shortly has to hand in an essay that will be a lot of this year’s marks. So Mr B read them and gave feedback, which may not have been entirely positive. Still, as a wise man once told me “All first essays are bad...”