Hiding inside

It is, as was promised, wild, wet and windy outside. Thus, the fire is lit, the beagle is tucked up in front of it, and I’m sitting in front of a warm TV.

I did manage a reasonably quick 7km this morning before the worst of the weather arrived. And I also made sure that everything in the garden was prepared for the incoming storm.

And so I feel completely vindicated in hiding inside as the rain rattles down out there now. I might even open a bottle of red wine.

Fight me.