What else

Reasons to be cheerful, part ... where am I up to? Oh, ONE.

Got on the scales for the first time in a few weeks, expecting to have piled weight on during the 'summer' holiday, through being so inactive (so little gardening) and miserable. But no, I haven't.

Why.

If only I were a hypocondriac I could up with some really, truly unpleasant illness to explain my failure to put on loads of weight while essentially eating and living exactly as I had done for the previous seven months.

But I'm not. Which probably has some bitterly ironic twist to it in that I'm actually silently suffering from some deadly disease that won't manifest itself until moments before I drop dead.