On aime Paris

It's a sunny, chilly Friday afternoon in west London and it's now the best part of three days since my last run. Shoddy, I know.

I pondered whether or not to train last night but decided not to. I reckon a couple of days off running won't do me any harm and my quads are still a bit stiff from the hill exertions.

I had a nice evening on Wednesday in a Turkish restaurant at London Bridge, followed by a swift beer in what felt spookily like The Horseshoe in Drury St, Glasgow. I think it was called The King's Head or some such.

Much looking forward to tomorrow ... 6.20am Eurostar to Paris for the day.

The weather's forecast to be sunny intervals and 8c. Isn't that a bit warm for the beginning of December?