Minutes before writing this post I pulled out some thermals from my drawer which I don’t think have seen the light of day for at least two years. When Miss M and I walked back from Karate, I was freezing - and I had at least one layer of thick wool on. Since I started riding my bike, I’ve become intimately acquainted with the weather - mainly through the clothes needed to ride comfortably. I can’t remember a time when I’ve had to layer up so much on the way to work and not had to rip most of my gear off at Hoddle Street.

I must have entertained some early morning drivers on Wednesday last week, as I’d foolishly decided to ride without gloves, and noticed quickly my hands were painfully cold. I had no way of warming them, except shoving them down the back of my pants every time I stopped at a traffic light. Effective - yes. Disturbing - probably. Now I’ve got a pair of massive ski gloves, which are highly inappropriate for bike riding, but so fabulously warm I just don’t care.

At yoga this afternoon, no one wanted to take any layers off until about half way through the class when we’d done lots of downward facing dogs, planks and lunges, and even then, it was nowhere near as warm as usual. Next week, I’m turning on the heater before we start. I like the idea we’re having a proper winter, but now I just have to remember how to dress for it.

Today I spent time working on my other website - for work - which requires a lot of obsessive copywriting changes. It’s been a long time since I’ve had energy to spare for that kind of thing, so it was fun to do. Now it’s time to take Mr Dog on a late night fog walk (no fog, but it sounds good) and put the bins out. Tomorrow I have a super late start, so there’s more time for copywriting, organising and all those good things I tend to put off ’til later.

Today I’m loving: the fruit leather I bought from Toscano’s - fabulous