Black Swan at Martin Mere

Today is the first day I have managed to get out since my last blip. I am fed up. I had been counting the days until the 31st of July, only to discover that the 1 st August arrived first. September is rushing toward me at an increasing rate.

I'm on a fast spinning merry-go-round and don't know how to get off. It must be my own fault; everyone else can make time for themselves.

I'm going out tomorrow too. Everything else can wait! This is the weekend - it belongs to me.