Meh. Nothing desperate, just absence of anything in the way of energy, achievement, emotion. Three days since I set foot outside. I thought I was going down with something but either I nipped it in the bud or I was imagining it. I shall make myself go out tomorrow - well, I'll run out of tobacco so I'll have to but will attempt a bit more than scuttling down the hill to the Co-op and back.

Just did a bit of almost dancing to the music programme on the telly - almost because the bloke in the flat below is in and it's late so I kept my feet on the floor and just did lunatic thrashing about of the rest of me, in my nightie. So that was nice.

I've sat and struggled with the gratitudes, but I am still and always grateful for: my kids; my flat; my friends; my furry slippers; chicken and veg healing soup made by Bloke. Sniff.

xxxxx