Give me your answer, do.

No reason for today to be 'one of those days'. But it was. Perhaps it was being thwarted by so many administrative unnecessarinesses in filling in a corporation tax return, perhaps it was having to be inside on a warm sunny day, perhaps it was just one of those things. But whatever it was, each small indignity and iniquity of the day drove me further into that black pit. Usually, Mr B can jolt me out of it with a hug or well timed cup of tea and bar of chocolate, but today he seemed to have stumbled into his own pit of despair. So we grumpily bumbled along together until the ridiculous building of the most wobbly barbecue in history brought a smile and an upturn. And so, my slightly downturned black and white image of the day is, in hope, the happiest of flowers.

Roll on tomorrow.