Weather: 1º celsius. Frosty breath, ice forming on car windows.
Feeling: Bored, impatient. Just want to get there and get moving.
But on the bright side, it's lovely tax return season, and after a three-month delay, Accountant has finally given me figures. And while not Mittal-huge, they're susbstantial enough for me to grin and skip through the muddy sludges fouling London sidewalks, remnants of the last autumn leaves.
We head off on Tuesday, my birthday.