It's been cold here recently. Last night we had sub-zero temperatures and today it's not got above 2 degrees centigrade.

I got up this morning, just before dawn and pulled back the bedroom curtain to find ice on the window - that doesn't happen very often. I grabbed the camera and this is the result....while I was doing this, David was struggling into his clothes and doing his own version of our cold start.

I've been living in a vacuum preparing for my two important presentations tomorrow and Thursday so have not been more than a few feet from the scene of this picture all day, ensconced in my home office thinking about the implications of all the group discussions from last week. If it hadn't been such a good, early start to my PotD I would have been scratching my head wondering how I was going to get a pic now because it's been such a slog.

Some days I feel as though my heart may explode from stress and this is one of those days.

Oh - the conjunctivitis is getting better but I'm still going to look like the ugly fairy has kissed me when I stand up in front of all of those American clients tomorrow afternoon. Whatever will they think?