Siesta

It's back. The black clouds have rolled in as per their schedule. Am crippled by my hormones again today. Of course, naturally it coincided with Angus having a rare weekend off. It would, wouldn't it? Luckily, he's getting used to taking everything I say with a pinch of salt around this time of the month; taking on the bulk of the childcare and rubbing my back when I dissolve into a puddle of tears over something trivial. Lucky, that.

Think we turned it round this afternoon. Amazing what a lunchtime glass of wine and a snooze in the sun can do. The Spaniards with their siestas get it right!