va'esse deireádh aep eigean, va'esse eigh faidh'ar

The good news is that I got up the street with only a few patches of slush impeding the walker's wheels. Alleyways mostly, which are a pain because snow+slope makes for antsy footing. So I should be able to get to physio on Wednesday. I've been doing remarkably well given it's been nearly three weeks but will be glad of some work on the knees.

The bad news is that I knocked my water pic of the sink this morning and broke something off it. Thus the need to get to Loblaws to buy a new one.

The worst is that the bar fridge stopped working last night. The connection will no longer connect. So it's stairs again for me in the morning.

However, last Thursday as I was pushing my way through the almost impassable slush a bearded guy coming the other way stopped to commiserate. You're very brave, he said. Pure hubris, I said, and anyway I need potatoes. I ran across him again today up the street. Appears he was impressed by my using hubris, a word which he doesn't expect people in general to know. Ah, said I, comes of being a Classics major. Still impressive, he says. Which was nice.