Sunny day but feeling blue

Today was one of those days where you question the real meaning of life, ponder all your relationships and ask yourself 'where am I going?'

It started rather less profoundly with a bad hair day, and ended also less than profoundly with my disappointment at Portugal going out of the world cup (I had a cheeky bet on). In between, my MacBook got taken away for a whole week and I had some really dull forms to fill in at work.

However amongst all the banalities there was some definite pondering. I never did get to an actual answer on the meaning of life, as I became distracted by a chippie and tin of Fanta, which cheered me right up.

Perhaps that's the meaning of life - eternal procrastination. It's certainly the meaning of my life right now!