After so long bleating about a lack of exercise, I have bought a turbo-trainer for the bike. It works well enough during the 1h 10′ session I had today.
Thought I’d lost this camera, but it had been put somewhere safe in work.
Exercise problem: why didn’t I think of this before, I’m getting a Turbo trainer this weekend.
The Why-tree
When the kids get old, they’ll be able to say "we don’t get proper winters anymore like back in my day"
.This graph’s title is a bit misleading- it isn’t "through December", it’s from 1950 to the end of 2009. Also, Ranges like summer 1968-71 were all below freezing. Surely not! There is a North American ‘z’ in Standardised so perhaps this data comes from Alaska or something.
Snowday– the snowfall from yesterday has lost its powdery softness as it turns to hard ice. That’s why they called off work tomorrow. I saw a few cars slipping around on the way home this evening.
There Will Be Photos: taken at lunch, but dammit for leaving the camera in school. 
There is my place of work.
Snow: ‘snowday’ looks likely tomorrow. If so, I can catch up on that marking bag. This snow creaks and pops underfoot in that ideal snow way. No hills for skiers here though. A sledge would do me.
Fixed the fizzy legs- for now. Had a session in the school’s gym, on the rowing & bike machines.
Teeth :
I could get a piece of meat
From a barren tree
Nothing ever spoiled on me
You brought this
You dipshit
Nothing ever spoiled on me
That cloud stomps around my house
Does whatever it pleases
It teases me
What the hell?
Never was a baritone
Till you stepped in
Never dried my halters on the line
This hairdo’s truly evil
I’m not sure it’s mine
You’re so tall
It’s like I climb a waterfall
That cloud stomps around my house
Does whatever it pleases
It teases me
What I said was get me a drink
Alright?
What am I supposed to sit
And look at you all night?
All girls cry
Like I said, I don’t know why
Ice rink in work. A leaking pipe spilled water over the car-park for days, the resulting ice is inches thick and so interesting to drive upon.
Lack of exercise is driving me nuts, the restless fizzing in my legs, can’t sit still for long. Hope for sleep. Some snow may arrive in the next 12 hours.
despite all of this, I am not at all cold. Good eh?
Proper winters, like when I were a lad, were like this.
Resolve: after an interval of a few years, I may be teetering on making a new year’s reolution. It revolves around DIY jobs at home. If I can get just one done each week, like on the following list, then the satisfaction should be like the one I feel when going into the shed. A man and his shed, I know. Last week, I cleared out the shed and scrubbed the floor, then threw out all the accumulated debris from years of mending things. Now it’s refreshingly clear. A feeling that should return by doing other jobs too; not just as diversion activities when I have reports or marking to do.
like: paint door frames, weather-proof gate, paint back door, fix fence, re-felt shed, draft-proof windows...
News: for the sake of free speech, also, apparently, Ireland has this blasphemy law. Note the great quotes.
And:
Summary: Christmas day, 37 miles, walked quite a bit across the icy patches. Boxing day- 46 miles, only 1 icy walk. I am able to sleep once more.
Presents:
Christmas is not easy, though some instinct tells me it should be.
I want a new name for this holiday, ‘Christmas’ will be expunged, but a replacement is not clear. It could be something ridiculous like "winterval" but such a word should only be used for making fun of Birmingham City Council. The driver from VW said "Happy Hogmanay" to me, which is the best suggestion yet; even if it is for New Year.
Hope for a complete melt tomorrow, I need to get out on that bike.
In lieu of cycling: pulled the ivy crawling up the house front. Its fingers reached obscenely through air-bricks, the TV-antenna and into roof-spaces. It pulls away easily but not without loads of noxious dust that has left me with a thick throat and hacking cough. That stuff is poisonous isn’t it?
Desperately need some exercise- but the black-glazed roads are a bruising threat.
I’ve been gardening, you can’t see it in this photo.
Micycle 