How much can happen in 24 hours? Not a lot, but as I'm still stuck in the office while the rest of Aberdeen sits at home with their feet up watching the snowflakes drop outside I thought it prudent to provide another update.
There's actually one or two things to cover, but I'll mention further in the next few days.
Otherwise, not too much worthy of notice. I arrived home last night just in time for Luca to pounce on me before he and his mother went out for a walk along the road. He was so enconsed in thick jumpers and jackets it was like being assaulted by the midget version of the Michelin Man.
Very nice though - I enjoy seeing his eyes light up and his little legs go like the clappers as he stampedes toward me.
I helped get him to bed when they returned shortly after - yes, his bedtime delaying tactics are becoming more sophisticated by the day - before venturing back out into the freezing night air to make tracks toward the local gym.
It was minus six degree's by this point. By the time I returned home I had icicles hanging off my nose.
On my return, and once I'd spent ten minutes fighting Carole for space in front of the living room radiator Sima, Isis and I braved the extremities again for their evening walk. "I may be some time" I called out to Carole as the arctic wind slammed the door shut behind me.
**On their return journey from the Arctic, Scott and his four comrades all perished from a combination of exhaustion, hunger and extreme cold**
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