And there were happier times...

I am beginning to realise that the lethargy that I am feeling cannot be cured by a good night's sleep. Or a late sleep in. It won't be cured by some great food presented on an oversized and beautiful dish with carved vegetables that should not be eaten.

I went to the gym today. And ran. Something supremely rare considering that I cannot remember the last time I did so. Came home to the warm comforts of a hot shower and try to scrub all the sighs away. And I realised that the last time that sponge was held was when I was having my back scrubbed by Mr S.O.

Oddly, it is the smallest things that matter.