Bored bored bored.

The mist has fallen on the hills and damp wetness bleeds from an ashen sky.

The wind tosses is everywhere and rattles the french doors causing nasty draughts to whirl and swirl around me as I sit at the computer.

I really should go and get some firewood.

I really should get up and light the fire.

I really should clean the table

I really should read the 8 application forms I brought home from University to short list for interview.

I really should go up the drive and see if the application pack for a governor post for the Care Council is there.

I really should....

The sky is grey the mist is grey my mood is grey.

I am bored bored bored.

R