Took me an age to get going. Felt too grim to go to church this morning. Didn't want to inflict myself on other folks.
Fed up with myself, I got dressed, put lead on the dog, and stuck some head phones on. I was listening to radio 2. I slouched miserably up the lane until I came to some fields.
I let the dog off ( he was like a champagne cork flying out the bottle!!). I watched as he had a mad moment racing through the vegetation. Oh, I cannot begin to tell you how deliriously happy he was! It wasn't for the first time that I thought 'we should all be like dogs.'
As I stood there watching the infectious fur ball, a bouncy piece of music came on the radio. I thought sod it, and started to dance, and sing at the top of my voice. Well I say dance, but it was more a stiff limbed limp, with lots of flaying of arms (not unlike a drowning person).
I limped, flayed, and sang all the way home; much to the delight of my dog, and the consternation of passers by. However, one of the few bonuses of getting older, is the not giving a flying ferret!
I feel much better now😳😄