London's burning, London's burning...

In fact it was icy cold, not burning hot when I finally landed in Limehouse. So cold that I got brain freeze and couldn't think what to wear to keep warm...
Then I remembered my trusty blue Irish wool polo neck, the one that I wore so much last winter I had to buy another for back up...
and the bare-foot thing finally had to end and I'd have to embrace shoes and socks again if I were to brave the elements and head for yoga.

Oh dear, cheesy pic and dull journal.
Shameful...maybe blip hibernation is calling ?