Grim

This was about 3 o’clock. Nearly dark, pouring with rain and blowing a gale. My bird feeder fell off its branch yesterday, Rosie discovered this well before me and ate 5 fat balls. Unlike her previous high fat thieveries of a pack of butter and all the Christmas fudge, she managed to keep this helping down which was a relief.

I am struggling a little with maintaining my determined positive and cheery outlook at the moment. January isn’t always a fabulous month at the best of times. A joyous little nugget today though, I’ve booked myself into a headstand workshop. I used to be smashing at headstands although after a little thought and counting back I realised my peak was when I was about 11. Just like riding a bike, I bet you!!