Chrimbo Limbo

That potentially existential period of self reflection between Christmas and New Year, universally spent overeating leftovers while pledging allegiance to next week's diet as part of the promise for a new and improved self - but for now,  lolling on the sofa hoarding the TV remote and the biscuit tin,  energy drained by grey skies and damp air, lethargy needs no coercion to while away the day in the catatonic state of a Silver Screen coma.

Tried going for a walk in the rain, but came back after feeding the campus cats and two circuits of the plateau (less than 3000 steps) - it's just too cold and miserable, but at least I got a pic for the day - reflections of my home in the large puddle that has to be waded through to reach the plateau.  So, another afternoon of Christmas nut roast, Netflix and knitting then. Hey ho.