Fighting gloom

I'm not sure if there was any sunshine today; by evening I was realising that it was becoming dark before we'd finished our dinner and wondered if the abundant berries I'd seen on a rowan tree in the afternoon had indeed signified autumn before we're even halfway into August. Add to that the gloom I felt over the newspapers and social media posts about demos and the fact that though I had thought in the early part of the day that my antibiotics were improving things I realised only a few minutes ago as I looked in a mirror that the opposite seems to be the case. And it hurts.

Enough of that. The day was pretty routine for a Sunday - church, still missing several regulars off doing holiday things - isn't it funny how that's the case even with the long retired? - Di in for coffee and catch-up, falling asleep over the Sunday papers, realising the time and dragging ourselves out for a walk. This had to be round the town, as we'd no time to go further afield and anyway rain was forecast. I passed the rowan on our way down to the shore, where a brisk wind was blowing grey breakers onto the West Bay beach, and we walked along the bay and back and saw hardly a soul. I had an annoying chicken for dinner - it was fine to eat, but the only one I could get when I was shopping was a cook-in-the-bag bird (the few normal, naked birds were the size of young turkeys) and was a terrible fiddle when it came to getting it out of the oven - juices everywhere, and scalded fingers from the bag. 

I don't remember much of the rest of the evening, but when I stirred myself to come upstairs and was cleaning my teeth I noticed I looked like a boxer who's been well thumped. And yes, I am still taking the pills as directed.