Drifting away

Maybe it's the continual onslaught of Christmas carols, but honestly one just finds it harder and harder to engage with social media. Fet, which one has had some personal issues with for some time and has often produced a mild sense of dear gods you are too stupid to live has, up until now, produced a lot of laughs (OK, often for the wrong reasons). Now it just makes one feel more and more alienated. The monumental onslaught of stupidity just makes one feel... actually not sure what it makes one feel... despair for the human race/ marvel that so many have survived for so long? Whatever it is, the end result of reading it just makes one feel more blue than anything else and honestly one isn't that masochistic.

Writing this blog makes one feel similarly. Despair, grief, teary...

OK seasonal depression might be upon one...

And not being able to do anything in the gym is not helping...

OK it's probably the cause of it all.

Ever wondered what happens to an endorphin junkie when they can't get their fix? It probably looks a lot like this...

Wonders idly if parachute jumping (which is done down the end of the road) involves the same muscles that makes sneezing feel like being knifed...

Anyway for now one is going to concentrate on more physical things, it helps a little. There is a tiny back porch that one is in the middle of re doing. It had an underwater theme for years; with a blue floor and hanging metal fish and bromeliads to represent aquatic plants. Having just painted the walls an aggressive shade of white one is going to astro turf the floor and go for 50's kitsch. The idea of sitting drinking morning coffee surrounded by the fake outdoors (where it is impossible to sit due to the heat and the nasty things that bite) has a strong appeal to one's sense of humour. In fact one even bought Him the gaudiest beaded flamingo to prance around in it all. Well He did ask if there were going to be tyre swans and pink flamingos...

A request is an order... right?

And there isn't enough room for tyre swans.

So don't panic if one drifts away. We are fine and living in a sub tropical paradise, surrounded by lush greenery and board games...

Lots and lots of board games...

With more arriving every day and Him wondering out loud if we could fit them on the small table, where one drinks coffee in peaceful solitude, to play them more comfortably...

Oh gods, kill me now