About three weeks ago, it felt like a switch was operated in my mind. I’ve had no formal diagnosis, but feelings were that I probably have been (and continue) to suffer a bout of depression. The withdrawal from activities that I had previously really enjoyed was perhaps the most obvious manifestation (from this you will gather that I am convinced of my self-diagnosis – well, I am not convinced. I only think that it is possible that I may have with a lets say greater than 50% chance.
So, what am I going to do about it? Well, I am due to see a doctor for a routine check-up. It’s likely. I will mention it.
We’ve just had a delivery. That was interesting. Storm Ciaran was, as they say, kicking up a storm. The wind was blasting in through the front door and the rain was being driven like little needles pricking the skin.
I felt sorry for the driver and had him come in whilst we were unloading.
Bills Posts 