Grey Day

When will I ever learn.  Last night I was not on antibiotics for the first time in a loooong while.  I think I must be my father's daughter as I drank a full half a bottle of Tia Maria.  What I thought when I dragged myself out of my pit this morning was, 'How much did that cost?  And was it really worth the money?' (£8.49 and no it wasn't worth it, I may as well had a nice cuppa.  I could probably have got it on offer as well if I had looked around.)

And I did some random ordering from Amazon that seemed like a good idea at the time.  I daren't open the box.  It is some Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall books, and I think I may have wasted my money on them.  Sigh.

On the bright side I browsed a lot of places while in the same glum mood and didn't buy any knitting yarn, cross stitch kits or bulk supplies of toilet paper, so it could be worse.

I just wish the weather would improve.  It is grey, damp and miserable.  I can find the bright side because I don't have to water the garden and I poured bleach over my steps for the rain to wash down to the drain, but I think I would prefer crisp, golden, autumn sun.  I shall keep a hopeful eye on the weather forecast.