Everyday is like Sunday……

……everyday is silent and grey.

Heard Morrissey not keeping too well just now. Know how he feels. I woke up this morning smashed with this cold.

Throat like a razor, head thumping, I couldn’t get out bed until close to lunchtime. That’s unheard of.

I popped out for an afternoon walk with H and felt good but once home felted crap again.

Got a busy work spell coming up so hopefully it shifts by tomorrow.

I even cancelled bowling tonight.