Things just aren't very good just now. Think it's a fall-out from the last four or five weeks which have been extremely stressful. I'm cheery enough on the outside, but inside the great black dog of depression is lying in wait to pounce. Today I've learned to read the signs, and I can do something about it. Hence an appointment with my sainted Hypnotherapist tomorrow and the usual dramatic recovery which always takes place.

She deserves a medal! I'll even give her a plug!