Oh dearie me. Today’s weight is well up again, which can’t be good.
I had to walk in as far as Gateshead, as I had to collect a prescription and a parcel. This was not altogether pleasant, as the snow that had fallen while I was in London had refrozen overnight, leading to some very nasty glass-like slippery bits. I managed not to fall over, which is a moderately Good Thing
 From separate places, you understand
 A really Good Thing would have involved much less snow. None at all would be about the right amount.