It didn’t seem to get light today. All day long it threatened to downpour but only managed the odd spitter-spot which did nothing to alleviate the oppressiveness. And I didn’t feel on top form. A slightly out of focus day. Nothing I could quite put my finger on, but the edges seemed blurred, the air like treacle, any spring in my step was reduced to a scuff. Still good work was done and Mrs Bun’s chocolate fridge cake went a fair way to remedying my inertia. Without its boost I may have lain down in the mint jungle and snoozed the afternoon away.