After a lovely day yesterday I’ve woken up all flat. Almost depressed but not quite. I intended to get up to get some dawn shots of East Yorkshire for Thursday’s photo project, but when I did the day was grey and blustery, so decided not to. House is tidyish, so don’t feel like housework. Writing this blog is a bit of an effort. Don’t know why I’m doing it. Everything seems a bit pointless. Definitely no  gardening today, and maybe no cycling. It’s really ‘orrible out.

I’ve started reading ‘The Other Boleyn Girl’ by Phillipa Gregory, but am not ino it enough to want to get it out. In fact, all I want to do is curl up on the settee and channel hop on telly. And it’s only 9.20am. Oh well. I’ll do that and see if it helps. I’ll report back.