Now would be a good time for a happy-go-lucky, mellow update about tranquil, happy little things and the enjoyment found in the little moments when the mind is absolutely concentrated on the moment. I haven't had one of those for a long time, I think.

But all I really want to do is whine. Whine, you hear me! I can't walk, my heel still has a hole in it and it hurts, and the house is a tip. I can't breathe properly because of a massive sinusitis, which is also giving me a massive headache, and our cat has fleas again. And Jim was on a foul mood this morning, yelling at the both of us and huffing and puffing for no reason. Mean. Poor me. There, whine done.

To be honest, I think I'm getting more and more self-involved by the second. Today I have managed to convince myself I have Asperger's Syndrome. I even did an online test and it agreed with me. I mulled over it for a second and then gave the cat a bath. There's nothing that centres your mind on relevant issues on hand better than trying to bathe a cat.

And given that it's December once again (and therefore we must decorate our surroundings), relevant issues on hand must include a bloody good cleaning of the house, perhaps combined with some industrial strength insecticide bombs or something. I think the proper way to sort out our household would be with a showel and big sacks and a lot of unsentimental throwing out of things.


before & after