I’m finding myself in a bit of a funk at the moment, which is odd for me but not I suppose that unusual at this time of year. Ignoring any of that Blue Monday guff that gets spouted by the newspapers about the most depressing day of the year being in mid January, I still find myself low on energy and feeling generally a bit browned off.
Feeling a bit browned off is probably my way of being typically British to be honest. I don’t feel apt to stand at back lit windows looking bleakly out on a rain sodden street lamp lit landscape while old Morrisey LP’s play in the background or anything- I’m simply not that dramatic. I feel constantly tired at the moment with a knot of tension caused by the onset of our busy period at work. Lack of proper restful sleep (more to do with stress than small children moaning at me all night long) also gives me a jaundiced perspective if I’m going to be honest with myself. Normally if Ned wakes up in the night and I surface first or get a nudge, I’m back off to sleep within minutes but the other night it took me well over two hours and I almost got up and went into the office more than once.
You know what I need? I need to look at some pictures like these:
You know what? I’m beginning to feel a bit better already. Think I’ll have a biscuit.