THE WORLD IS WHITE

[newbie-nick]

I sprang - well, slithered - out my warm and oh, so comfortable bed this morning ready to face my second run. I crept downstairs and peeked through the curtains and the world had become white. Almost as though some mythical witch or wizard had painted the grass and my car with a layer of ice. A cup of tea or two in hand I trudged back upstairs, placed one by my wife and tried to squeeze back into bed. My spot had been nicked by the dog who was quite content and somewhat reluctant to move a single inch.

I shall run later!