Disturbing picture #1

This is what getting caught in rain of Biblical proportions whilst on a 7km run looks like.

And yes, that deeply unattractive possum-in-the-headlights look is partly because I discovered the mascara manufacturers weren't lying about their product's 'no run' properties and partly because my trainers were so waterlogged I could barely walk, letalone run, home.  

Less than ideal meteorological conditions aside, my first outing with the running group was fun and proved the point that without others to motivate me, I'm hopeless at getting my lardy arse off the couch.

Apparently they run in rain (tick), sun and earthquakes, so that's my Wednesday evenings sorted for the next wee while.

    

One of those days

Winter has forgotten to go home. This morning on my walk to work - and again on the return journey - heavy rain sloshed from above.

The bits in-between weren't so crash hot, either: a busy day at work was made more difficult by the fact I had to figure out code for a direct mail thing I was writing. Do I look like an IT geek? It made me want to eat my own head. But, thankfully, I cajoled one of the front-end dev guys (am too scared and distinterested to ask what those rows and rows of shiny young lads actually do) to assist. And within five minutes he had it sorted. Play to your strengths, as I always say...

After work there was a walk with one of the Mt Vic Vixens and her woofer, and dinner for one (the Animator is out drinking). I wish I could say I was settling in for a night with the central heating, my beloved Uggs and a book; instead I am writing a Q&A document for a corporate client.

Cutting through today's dreich are these gorgeous blooms I got at the veggie market on Sunday. Not being in possession of the Maggie Barry gene, I have no idea what they are and lack the arsedness to find out. But they are beautiful and make me smile every time I enter the kitchen.