May I have a little whinge, please? I am more than normally exhausted today, and my colitis is flaring up, so I am feeling rather sorry for myself. I could be tackling the lace edging on a mohair shawl, but instead I am moping, and getting bitten by the cat, who thinks that, if I’m doing nothing else, I should be making a fuss of him.
I am packing him off to the Staunch Ally, whilst I curl up in the snug with several hazelnut iced lattes, please. And some coffee cake, heavy on the coffee. And maybe a swift kick up the rear to stop the whinging and moping!