Vogon bouquet

The day started with good news that D will have another publication but we rapidly descended into feeling depressed and fed up with a few things. It didn't really help having to read some deliciously excruciating Vogon poetry which was as soothing as a draft of Polonium laced sulphuric acid on crushed glass, garnished with a sprig of fresh hemlock. The chilli plant is hardly thriving either.