Today was a grey day. I'm not very good with grey, especially when it is a recurring theme. L went off with his dad to do cosmopolitan things such as drink fluffies in cafes, while I sat in my pyjamas, hunched like a gnome over the computer. The weather forecast is for scattered showers and cold southerlies, well into next week. By afternoon I had worked myself into a glum state and was grumpy with myself for doing nothing particularly productive or creative or even fun. I wrestled myself into a pair of trackpants and went to the gym, and that's when the sun came out. Amazing what a bit of exercise can do, especially on a damp and slightly spitty day like this.