Even my cat would be depressed at the moment — if I had a cat.
Iraq, the stock market, the Zimbabwe fiasco, England losing at home to Australia in the football, the washing-up still to do.
At least the running is going reasonably well again, and it was a lovely day for it too. Seven hard miles at lunchtime today. Four steep hills meant a slow, but character-building run in the sunshine, and gave me a brief respite from the sense of doom that is descending over the nation.
One dead fox, one dead hen and one living rabbit observed. More evidence of Spring today. The bulbs are coming up, and the grass verges are looking a brighter green at last. While up the road, Heathrow is encircled by soldiers, and there are tanks on the streets of Berkshire.
