Icy

I had enough. I don't want so much ice anymore. Falling with my bicycle the other week has turned me terrified when I see the faintest glitter that could be ice.
Poor other cycle commuters needed 4.5 hrs to get home last Friday thanks to First Scotrail. Another cyclist was left behind by a cruel conductor in the cold again tonight.
The post lost my self-created christmas moo cards and they never arrived at my friends. Maybe they are there where half of my Lovefilm DVDs end up.

Cycling and posting stuff is really no fun in this country!!!