Miserable March

Today seemed like the end of the line for my tentative grasp on sanity. The weather closed in, strange men came round to vacuum the sewers (or at least that is what it looks like), and my left leg, hip and knee have all developed a great deal of pain, which makes the slightest movement excruciating. On top of that, Liverpool are crap and I can't even rely on Everton to lose. I have, in short, had enough.

Deep breath. 

That's better.