Running and swimming

[sawyl]

Out for a cold run first thing to try out my new shoes. Despite not being able to pelt along at full speed — nothing like enough traction on the icy pavements — they performed well and feel like a huge improvement on my knackered, elderly New Balance trainers.

The very icy roof tiles of the house next door, as seen from my bedroom window. It was so frosty that my initial thought, going by the reflected glare as seen from the bathroom, was that we'd had un-forecast snow overnight.

After a brief pause to grab a bite of breakfast, mater and I hit the university swimming pool. Thankfully the water was nice and warm, making a pleasant change from the freezing outdoors, and the pool wasn't particularly busy. Despite getting out over twenty minutes later than the mater, I managed to get myself down to reception at around the same time.

In the afternoon the parents went off to the Arts Centre to watch Mr Turner, leaving me to assemble the supper — spinach pie — ready for their return. They weren't terribly impressed with the film, which they thought didn't really say anything except that Turner was rather grumpy, but the acting met with their approval.