. . down to anything today, I wrote a couple of emails and did a small sewing job this morning and that was about it. I've got a pile of ironing waiting to be done and I'm really procrastinating over that, I suppose I'll have to start soon, but I really dont feel like it. Its such a gloomy, wet day. Rog and I walked down to town at lunch time, it was very quiet, had a beer (him) and a pot of tea (me) in the Bear Hotel, which is usually bustling, but not today.
I even had a look to see if there was anything worth watching on TV, but was rather pleased to see that there wasn't, I consider watching TV in the daytime to be a cardinal sin only to be resorted to if one is too ill to do anything much, but not ill enough to stay in bed.
So what do you do on a day like this, especially when your biorhythms all seem to be at the bottom of a huge dip? How you manage to pull yourself out of inertia when it strikes?
I cant even be bothered to take any new pictures today, so here is one I took earlier in the week just after the corn field had been harvested.
Oh, and before I forget, I tried the wine glasses, well one of them anyway, last evening and they work fine . . . ah, perhaps its a hangover I'm suffering from?