The midpoint of the summer holidays.  The grass in the garden is worn to a nub.  The kitchen has been eaten empty, several times.  I've accomplished almost nothing and I've got (another) splitting headache.  I think summer might be too bright for me.

I'm in a slump, and in the words of Dr Seuss, I need to unslump myself.  Any tips gratefully received.

I've set a new world record for the amount of time taken to write a blog post.  Writing gloomy paragraphs of self-pitying whinging and then deleting them.  Eating crisps.  Watching rubbish tv.  Cheering myself up with a nice dark chocolatey snack.  Therein may lie the problem.  Routine has slithered away, sugar is here, there's not enough fruit (unless you count the sultanas in the giant chocolate chip cookies) and not enough exercise.

I yearn to be one of those energetic people who takes on the world and wins every single day.  But I tend to have too many days where I can barely take on teatime.  I shall make more of an effort I think.  I'm convinced that good diet, exercise and sleep will do me a power of good.  I shall start tomorrow.

Photos from a Sunday afternoon walk by the canal.  Not my favourite place to walk if I'm honest.  I prefer something a little more varied, or dramatic, or with a hill and a view.  Or maybe North Wales has just spoiled me for a bit.  I shall get over it all and stop being ridiculous.

Hope the summer is going well with you.  CJ xx