Breakfast the Eleventh

Muesli, yoghurt and raspberries. 

I wish it was spring. It's been so long since I could feel my toes. And I'm tired of having to dress like an arctic explorer at bedtime. (I've been ever so slightly afraid of my hotwater bottle since I woke up with a blister on my tummy one morning).

The lovely people at the BBC tell me that it's going to be -2º at run time tomorrow morning. I wonder whether I oughtn't to whip out my Russian hat. It would probably keep my ears warm. And might, if any PETA people are out, cause me to run faster…