The 8 am dog walk is tortuous .Aluce and I trudge about in the grass , looking at each other through the sea fret , our plans to sit out in the garden and sample the delights of hazelnut muesli and strong black coffee on the new garden bench completely thwarted . First there is the lack of sun . Second there is the damp haze clinging and foisting itself on us . And finally there is the banging in my head .
All week I have floated about slightly above LaLa land in a haze of pills designed to keep me going , to get me about my day to day business , but today I am ready to admit defeat and as we approach the house together and Alice heads for her Bonio and her sofa and I peel off my boots all covered in wet grass clippings and sand I realise this is the day nothing much will get done and I head back upstairs and there is the bed all covered in cats and nothing to stop me clambering aboard .....
