Glasgow in the garage.

It was -9 Centigrade this morning. I only know that because Mrs Smith told me after she had returned from dropping Ruby off at work. When I emerged it had warmed up a wee bit and I braved the garage to do a lap around a few Scottish landmarks on Zwift.

Apart from that I made a roasted tomato soup for dinner which went well with the leftover salad from Ruby’s meal last night. Pleasantly stuffed now.

Ruby has unexpectedly been invited to write and then read a Burns themed story at an event later in the month so she’s spending the evening making a start on that. I’m going to crash on the sofa.