" Victory belongs to the most persevering". Napoleon Bonaparte

So long as the weather is not Arctic and the road you wish to run/cycle/ride or even fight on remains clear of almost clear deathly dangerous ice.....The novelty of walking Freya down to the main road in the freezing cold every morning is wearing off now and so is the excitement of risking a broken bone when walking around the outside of the house! Rosie fell yesterday at the house and Toby fell coming out of athletics club onto his sore arm of course. This has helped me make my first ever decision to cancel the running club tonight to avoid any broken runners on my conscience. The thaw seems set in elsewhere but here has merely laid a dangerously slippery film of water on top of the ice. Everywhere else life is returning to normal, for now, apart from at Glasgow central Station where trains are still not travelling to Edinburgh causing us problems in getting mum back home...still. I am getting used to ringing the "help" (shall resist a haranguing dialogue on what I think of that misnomer) lines for a couple of hours everyday and shall miss our friendly discussions......Not really got back into the work scene since New Year as the garden is unworkable and Garret is too busy to start on the home jobs, no running is making me cranky and cycling on the static trainer in the shed takes a lot of determination! Ho hum, off now to make some phone calls......