Blah-ness settles in.

I am hungry and there is nothing in the house that I want to eat or can be bothered to make, I have read all my books and have no others, I am sunburnt for the second time in as many days and hate the weather for being cool and overcast and tricking me into thinking that summer is not almost here, and as usual the muses have buggered off as soon as I have time for them.

Woe.