Unhappy hooters and roughed-up arses

So, yesterday was Blue Monday. What's today? Tragic Tuesday? Followed by Woeful Wednesday, Thoroughly shit Thursday, Fucking awful Friday, Self-hatred Saturday and Suicidal Sunday.

Fantastic!

Did anybody watch Sherlock on Sunday night? I was compelled to watch, influenced somewhat by the whole media fizz that seemed to erupt whenever ACD's annoying private dick was mentioned. It was the first time for me, and I think perhaps the last. I was only five minutes in when the springs on my preposterometre burst from their casings and scattered over the floor. Nice armchairs, great performances from that little Hobbit bloke and the Moriarty geezer, but apart from that.... I am looking forward to Birdsong next Sunday, I just hope it isn't set in a Nintendo game on planet Tharp.

Things are quiet and New Yeary here. We have just returned from the shops. We bought a large amount of recycled loo roll. Great if you have any furniture to sand down. Times are hard,obv.

Our resident owls in the giant poplars have begun hooting really early this year. I am concerned that they are not getting on and that an owl divorce may be on the cards. There is an undeniably sarcastic edge to some of the hoots (definitely his, not hers...typical). I could offer to mediate, but I don't want to ruffle any feathers.

I feel as if I am in a waiting room at the moment. Fortunately, this waiting room is not peopled with the sick, miserable or dejected...there is just myself and a pretty view out of the window to enjoy. I shall return when I have more to report.