The bad: vague sensation of depression rearing its head. Probably just a temporary thing, but rather annoying more than anything else, as I'm doing a bit of flashbacking and wanting to visit...old places. I can juat about afford the fuel to work and back every day, never mind going elsewhere at weekends.
Oh well - couple of weeks from now Sarah and I will be off on holiday to Swanage. This, as George Orwell would have put it, is doubleplusgood.