I am having a bit of a hard few days for some reason. Anyone who has been in my position will know that these things creep up on one and descend like a black cloud. It is not helped today by it being a pouring wet day and rather chilly with it.
This morning's Writers' Group was enjoyable and for a couple of hours I felt more like my old self. But now I am home, it is too wet to take Tess for her walk, although she is itching to go (I know when I open the door and show her the weather she will come back in like a shot.)
For a quick lunch (I was late in as I called round at the Solicitor's Office to check on progress) I did myself a jacket potato in the microwave and stuffed it with cheese and butter and a sprinkling of salt. I have to say that it was delicious and very satisfying. I followed it with strawberries and cream. Scottish strawberries have been superb this year and I have had them almost every day.
Because my spirits are a bit down I had a Snickers Bar with my coffee - something I would not normally dream of eating. Consequently I enjoyed that too.
It is now twenty past three, still pouring, Tess's eyes boring - there's the beginning of a poem there.