The Bridge of Size.

J dropped me off at the gym, and then went on to Llandow for a boy's chat.  Saw Des in the gym, and he introduced me to a lady he serves in Tesco, who he has nicknamed, Miss Costa, for obvious reasons.  I asked her her "real" name, which is  Albany. The chances of Des remembering that, are slim to impossible, because it took him about a year to remember mine.  I walked through the fields to look for a blip, but inspiration was pretty low, as it was so cold. The walk home was not a pleasant experience, as the the north east wind was blowing in my face. I was glad to get home in the warm.  I am looking forward to a steak dinner soon, and a bottle of Rioja. That should warm me up nicely.