Fuggy head lead to a rough night. Murder, She Wrote at 2am in an effort to drift off to sleep is never a good sign. Not much to report other than the arrival of a few more spring birds, and the use of most of a box of tissues....when will this nose stop running?!
My day was spent with knitting, pyjamas and an old faithful book. Some days you just have to accept that wallowing is all you are capable of. Fun planned for tomorrow though so early to bed now. Night all. x