I’m feeling a bit sorry for myself today. My nose is dripping like a tap (but then, anyone who has ever seen me will appreciate that noses do run in our family), my head feels as though it is stuffed with cotton wool and I ache all over. I venture out of the house three times – twice to take the dog for her walk, and once to fill the log basket. I do very little else – replying to some messages that I’ve received on social media, lighting the fire (because it’s cold and wet outside, and watching the flicker of the flames makes me feel better), and (rather belatedly, because I forgot) putting a gammon joint on to cook for tonight’s dinner.
After dinner I apply a large Dalwhinnie, self-medicate with some cannabis, and watch the final episodes of The End Of The F***king World on Netflix.