This is not a day when I feel cheerful - for a variety of reasons. Of course the anniversary of the death of my dear farmer is fast approaching (March 22nd) so that doesn't help.
The party I gave for my son's sixtieth on Saturday was a delight and it was so lovely to see all the family together (apart from Dan in China) but when I got out of bed on Sunday morning my legs just would not work. It took me a long time to get going and today they are still not brilliant.
In addition today has been a pouring wet day - it has never stopped. I have forced myself to keep doing jobs rather than sit about, which would only make me feel worse
I did a load of washing, I took some rubbish up to the tip, I bought some needed stationery and came back and after lunch (and taking Tess for her second walk of the day) I sorted out various utility things - gas and electricity, council tax for next year and the like. All jobs which needed doing but which I had no inclination to do.
Now it is tea time, I shall feed Tess and then myself and then before I know it it will be time to watch Mary Berry!