A slippy sheen

Or you may prefer 'ice'. But it didn't look icy when I looked out the window, so I went out in the Wrong Shoes, Gromit. Had to be a bit careful, did some Three Little Maids dainty stepping, which no one was about to see, thankfully.

I'm reasonably sure I saw an Anteater, but I can't prove it so I'm not going to argue with you.

6 miles. Different route to yesterday. It's going ok, I'm enjoying it. But I do need to do some racing I think. I lose confidence and the longer I leave it, the worse it will get. I'm toying with the idea of the Kilomathon on 14 March. It would mean getting some long runs in pretty darn quick, but 16 miles is pretty much my absolute limit before boredom sets in, so this would be a good race distance for me, I think.

It's day 2 of the You Can't Get Away With Eating Everything You Like Forever diet, and it's going well. Yesterday I had cereal, caesar salad, fruit salad and yoghurt, a few nuts and then beans on toast for dinner as I was home alone. Today will be similar, with an added hot cross bun and a better dinner.

I'd just like to drop a few pounds as have spent much too long on the sofa with tea and cake lately. Hopefully, a week or so of behaving will see me right.

Last night, I got out the vintage posters I would like to get framed. Getting them framed is on the List of Stuff I Will Do. Putting them away again after looking at them, isn't.