I shall be glad when this weather has done with grey.
Swallowing fistfulls of sunlight in tablet form, I scurry off to soak in rays of happy light from my fake daylight bulb in the upstairs kitchen. Just thirty minutes prevents all gloom!
This is what I believe, so do not take it from me with your tales of cold logic or calculating science.
But I must have an everyday of positive thinking! Come hell or high water, damn and blast this planet. Yes it will be this creative, positive, bright and breezy, shining day, and I will fashion it from my meagre resources. Or die in the attempt.
So I try my daily walk (in the rain), cut short (the rain) to the local Tesco. (Even though I know that Tesco are false friends who will not miss me when I die.)
I decided to photograph the street debris en route. Photo number one is of three pieces of meat. Some things are beyond explanation. I wondered, on the way home, too late, whether someone had laced them with cat-killing poison.
Take my feet as an elegiac couplet in a correspondence with the weather.
But I then wondered if it could be poetry that lifted my soul? So here is my poem, post-Tesco visit, called Shopping List.
My last resort is close. Dangle fake diamonds from my ears and drink rum.
But then! I save the day! I manage to fix my eyeball onto my snake box.
(It's a work in progress.)