In more ways than one.
Had a lovely day today. By which, inevitably, I mean I didn't do half the things I'd meant to.
Took Sherlock and John to school and work, relaxed with the newspaper in a cafe and wanted a cigarette really badly.
Decided to go for a proper run, so headed home, got my running gear on under my leathers and headed out to a place I used to go when I was at Hendon. It was just like I remembered it - woodland, with a few bridlepaths linking up the different bits. I sweet talked the old couple in the tourist info cabin and they looked after my leathers and helmet, whilst I headed out and did a circuit. It was bloody cold. I didn't run all the way - had to stop and walk three times - but did five miles, which I was pretty happy with, even if it took me a long time, compared to what I used to be able to manage it in.
Got home (okay, took me a few minutes to decide I'd be safe on the bike - had shaky legs), with every intention of having a hot shower and settling down to write some of this seminar I've got to do.
Woke up at some point hours later, with a blanket over me, my stinky running gear being washed, and John had not only come home (I was supposed to have picked him up), but had also had to go back out again to fetch Sherlock from school! Ooops.
So was forced to dance naked around the flat with Mrs Hudson for a bit...she's got the moves, I tell ya.
Anyway, Sherlock is desperate for snow (still none) but they're saying it's likely on Friday night, so he's wishing his life away.
Hope it holds off whilst I fetch Mycroft, then it can come down and we can spend the weekend playing in it, if it happens. Sherlock has more faith in the met office than I do...
Have a picture. Seemed strangely apt...