One of the best things about being injured and unable to run at the moment, is the fact that, due to the reliable British springtime, no one else can either. Hahahaha! I’m joking, I can run a bit.
The snow isn’t actually making things any better. It started snowing again in London today, because, well, it hasn’t for at least a week and whilst part of me still manages to slip away into a dreamlike somnolence watching each flake land on my nose, in melancholic reverie; a greater part of me is quite positively apoplectic. I feel much like David Cameron in the morning, before he’s decided which part of the public sector he’s going to mindlessly crush for the day, ruining a life with a swift stroke of his stupid quill.
Anyway, here are some winter pictures for you.