One can never have enough attractive cardboard boxes so we're off to Ikea today. Yesterday we went walking in muddy Wanstead Park where Henry VIII used to go hunting. There was nowt worth killing though (unless you're into firing arrows at middle class families in Barbour jackets 'enjoying' a nature ramble on their way to a Wanstead bistro for a leisurely lunch with the Sunday papers). I'd like to see more adult-only restuarants crop up this year I think. Somewhere where we won't be subjected to a horse-faced woman yelling "Charmaine! come back here and finish your eggs benedict NOW!".
I added 14lbs of bulk to my frame in December, and it was bloody good fun doing it, but now it's time to shed the shit so we won't be enjoying IKEA's meatballs or cheesecake this morning. Back to work tomorrow. Fuck.

Here are some lovely snowy pics from our Christmas in Northumberland: