Blurred

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.