I didn’t expect to run this morning; the snow is still lying in the garden and on the garden path. But I looked out the front window and the pavement was clear, so I decided to give it a go. Everything was fine and dry to The Plain, but the Iffley Road’s pavements were occasionally a bit slippery, and as I headed southeast on Iffley the pavements were getting worse, so I opted to cut the run short. On the side streets that lead home, the pavements and even the streets were covered with that sort of almost-ice that’s really not slippery at all unless you hit it at a particular angle. Anyway, thirty days in a row.