Expired petals scatter themselves over an expired issue of frankie, symbolic of the way I've been feeling these last couple of weeks. A little weary and past my used by date. Stagnant.
Perhaps it's just post-holiday blues. Or maybe it's Paddy working night-shift that has me all out of whack. It could be that I'm not fully recovered from the draining experience that is looking after a sick bub. I can't really pinpoint what it is exactly - I just feel a bit, well... off.
I have to say though, your kind words and votes really did cheer me up - thankyou!
I think today will be about throwing out vases of decaying blooms and decaying food in the fridge and replenishing with all things fresh. And sorting out clean laundry is just about as good a therapy as you'll get, right? I think that's a good start.