Public transport in winter is a crime
I managed to catch my connection this morning with one minute to spare, and only because I ran. I am technically supposed to have ten minutes’ grace to catch my connection, but it’s more often five or less.
It’s so easy to lose your fitness — I haven’t done regular running since I got to Scotland and I was definitely short of breath with a racing heart when I sat down with relief (and a thump). I have got to get a car and cut down my commute so I don’t feel so tired at the end of the day and can bring myself to go to the gym. We’re thinking a second hand Clio or 106 would be ideal. (Update: or a Corsa. Apparently I will turn into a skank, but the size and price is probably right.)
If I had no issues with big cars and paying too much for a vehicle (what am I talking about? I’m from Singapore, for God’s sake), I would go for a PT Cruiser. No idea what it is I like about the car, I just think it’s great.
Yesterday I was aided in getting the train on time by the tail winds, which actually pushed me along the road just that little bit faster. Neil thinks I’m a freak for mentioning that, but y’know, the truth’s the truth. On the way, I saw a stretch Hummer. And I really shit you not with that.
The weather continues to be shitty (rain, rain, rain), and this is how I discovered that my formerly fairly water resistant jacket is losing its resistance. TK Maxx sells snow sports parkas for about £50, so I may go buy myself a Christmas present after I get paid.
At the moment I’m still highly amused with cold weather although my face is freezing
At 11:15 this morning. It’s been a clear day, maybe it’ll snow tonight.
Real snow! In November!!
Yay!!! Neil says the novelty will wear out soon, and his mum says I’m daft, but you can’t beat simple pleasures:
I’m very excited, it’s the first time I’ve seen snow fall this much! The forecast said it would snow above 100 metres, and then it started snowing almost immediately.
Just for tonight, though, I don’t think it’s meant to snow tomorrow. Woohoo! I’m thinking of snow angels and sledding and snowmen à la Calvin and Hobbes. I need some wellies or something.
Holy Crap
From the BBC website
Oh. My. God. I hear it might snow up north.
(My mum was commenting that 15 degrees in Glasgow last weekend was pretty cold. Ha!)