I am dis-inclined to leave the office at lunchtime today, given that overnight the west end has become an elaborate ice rink. It’s less slippery in crouch end, but only because new snowfall has restored the crunch instead of the slide.
Having said that I should have at least a short walk, but I reckon the only thing that will get me out of here is the promise of a Pret choc chip muffin. So just out to the corner Pret and back then.
It’s not so much laziness, more fear. The amount of times I’ve nearly stacked it on ice lately is frightening, odds are I’m actually going down one day soon.
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