A Host Of White Daffodils

Sorry, Mr. Wordsworth - no lake, some scrubby trees though.  Schelmengraben isn't really a poetic setting.

My day can best be summed up by telling you I woke up this morning and my first thought was "Damn - back to work tomorrow."  I thought it was Sunday - that's how tired I am.

I did cheer up when I realised it was Saturday.  Not much though - no need to get carried away.