Motivation (or Lack thereof)

A quick trip in to Manchester for some new walking boots (failure)
and I accidentally stumbled across the Manchester Beer and Food Festival!
No, honestly. I had no idea.
But i was feeling sorry for myself, as my shoulder was giving me gyp, so I came home .
Alone it seems, except for the looney at the other end of the coach who was swearing out loud at himself. It was almost funny, but quickly became tiresome.