Running for a train, and catching it. I am so glad to be getting home around 1am rather than 2am.

Tangentially: Being better at running 5km than I expected. I'm aiming for 26 minutes on Saturday morning, and 25 mins by February.

Staying on a sporty theme : shooting 4 handicap points better at archery simply by holding the bow a tad differently. Nifty.

Padding across a cold marble floor in thick fluffy slippers. Ok, my bathroom floor isn't actually marble, the tiles just look like it.

Padding across a marble floor with underfloor heating in bare feet. Ok, ours are porcelain tiles, not marble either.

Eeeeee you two are lucky to 'ave floor! We only have sandpit filled wi' bits of broken glass.

Diff'rent strokes, as they say. I hate hot floors. My fave is walking across a cold stone floor on a hot day... ahhhhh. My feet are definitely heat sinks.

Dressing up like my character in the Deadlands:Reloaded weird west game I'm involved in. The GM turned up in cowboy drag too yesterday. I am an inspiration to the younger generation.

I should hasten to add I only do this on those days we actually play the game, and I confine my wild west RPG cosplay to those regions that can be seen when I sit at the table. The lower Steviebod is clad in my usual pink tutu, black vinyl hotpants and rubber waders.

The fact that there's a word for 'blep'. An assortment of bleps.

The prosect of once more having muddy boots when I work on enhancing my expertise of fruit tree pruning and Dutch fruit tree vocabulary, next Saturday morning, and the next four Saturday mornings after that.