Dropping

Apart from the Water of Leith itself, this was about the only water in liquid form I saw this morning. It had frozen pretty hard overnight, on top of a drippy wet sort of evening yesterday. Result: skating rinks wherever you look.

I've made it to work unscathed. But only just.

Must get on. I've ducked out of a meeting this morning on the grounds of pressure of work, and indeed it presses.