On the dangers of running

[Sweder]

I slipped out for a traditional Yuletide Plod and very nearly ran into Penile Frostbite. I concur with Hershkowitz; it was certainly unexpected, as was the soul-chilling wind slicing out of the west.

Of more concern was the polished glass covering on the well-trod footpaths. Only the relatively un-touched frost-coated snow offered sure footing.
Hmm. I guess I should blog about it really (reaches for another slug of Mimosa, nearly misses, grabs it on the way back).

Seasons greetings one and all : )
Hic!