Even after my holiday, I could still feel the black dog of depression on my shoulders! This couldn't be! Despite dad being sick and the emotional turmoil attached to that, and the occasional hassle in the parish, surely a week away should have done it for me?

So, off to Kim, my hypnotherapist today who, as ever, worked wonders. I was actually singing along with the radio on my way home and had a giggle when I realised I was singing along to "The Tears of a Clown".

Well, it will be tears for the RW tonight as I've taken over the kitchen for tonight's meal!

See hynotherapy? See magic!