Misery Misery Misery

What a day. We can never see an awful day coming, can we, and then it pounces on us like death on a stick, out of the blue, all-spoiling and heavy-hearted like a funeral. I don’t want to talk about it but I hope that making a note of it on here will help me to look back one day further down the line and slowly shake my head in disbelief at the way in which we can always make life harder for ourselves, especially when we really needn't do so. This has to be one of the worst Februarys on record since tracking began!