Cold, damp, fed up

[fuchsoid]

That nice little flush of spring has receded for a bit, and today is cold, grey and very wet. I have just paid several huge bills, and there was a mouse in the sink when I came into the kitchen this morning. AAArgh! The mouse at least tipped my depression has over into mild hysteria, which is probably a good thing. It escaped and fled under the cooker while I was screaming and trying to figure out how to capture it and which window to throw it out of. I don't know which of us was panicking more. I thought it had reappeared, because the courgette I'd left on the sink counter last night had tiny teeth marks in it. On the plus side, if there is only one of them, rather than a colony, the entry route, via the water pipes running through the flat downstairs, has been blocked off, as the kitchen there has been refurbished.

Last week, the practice nurse at my local health centre hauled me in for a "life-style" consultation, i.e. a (friendly) bollocking about my weight and lack of exercise. I now have a food and activity diary that I have to fill in every day. The food side of it is looking pretty good, with plenty of fruit and veg, and no sweets since I started the diary, but the activity side is a bit pathetic. I can't go out to walk, because it's raining *voice lapses into a childish whine*, and doing floor exercises at home would involve getting up and hoovering the floor first.

Maybe I'll head into the bedroom and sort my fabric stash.