Spent last week in Tunisia, which was really nice, except I didn't get any diving done as I was slightly bunged up.  Apart from that it was a great week.
Now I'm back to a cold, wet, and windy Glasgow, and it's not fun.  It really is grim.  It's pitch dark when I leave for work, and it's the same coming home.  Miserable.

I've not been using hte bike this week, as I reckon with the winds we're getting, it's more dangerous than it's worth cycling on the roads.  I'll still be doing karate and going to the climbing wall, although the yoga class has stopped now, as the teacher is very pregnant.

I still have a couple of days to take off between now and Christmas, so I'll see about getting them sorted out, and booking myself in for a floatation session as a wee treat.