It's good that the weather has cooled down, I can work in the garden during the day again, tis much better than sitting inside under the air-con with/wanting to do nothing.

In other news, I had an unexpectedly positive telephone call this week, which is, I'm sure, going to surprise the pants off someone - couldn't happen to a more deserving person.

Still feeling as though there's no point to anything, though I seem to have managed to scramble up the pit wall a little, maybe it was being outside working in the garden that did it.
I look forward to the future with no hopes, no dreams, no goals and wonder why bother. In some ways I'm better off than another who has goals and is achieving them, but gaining no sense of satisfaction from having done so. I can't decide which of us is worse off.