First morning with the heating on (min temperatures overnight are around 7 or 8ºC).  It feels like magic.  I think it's the memory of when we first moved to a house with central heating (on November 5th 1975).  It felt like real luxury, not to wake up under blankets in a cold room, having to make the dash downstairs to the fire, but to be able to get out of bed and just walk around in your pyjamas.

I'm running again.  C25K W5R2 IYKYK.

Laura and I started a practice 5 years ago this week of telling each other 3 things that we're grateful for when we sit down to dinner – most days it's a good break for both of us from days of striving to achieve.  I think it also kind of marks when we started having dinner together more often than not, before that we'd just see to ourselves, but particularly because pandemic, it became easier for me to just cook for both of us.   We were in Aberdyfi and it was six months since lockdown had started, our first proper trip away from the South East in that time.  

I miss the West of this island.  My old school pal James is posting pics of Harlech and Portmeirion and it reminds me that even though we had a few days in Frinton, it's not the same – I want to see the sun setting (not rising) over the sea.  It's one of the regrets I have about not driving and not having a car – I have a fantasy that if I did, then I'd find it easier to just jump on the M4 and head over to the land of my fathers.