Apathitis rules

I've had a bad case of apathitis this week. Plenty I could do but lacking enthusiasm for any of it. Keep saying I'll pull myself together 'tomorrow' but, as we all know, tomorrow never comes. So I need to set myself a task and just get on with it. 

What I like to do when I feel like this is bake but I'm supposed to be dieting because I am fed up of all my clothes being too tight so that's really a no-no. Unless I'm desperate.

We had a lovely walk yesterday with Younger Son and family*, on a path I'd never taken before, complete with picnic in churchyard - but it was jolly cold and windy on the exposed hill top so we didn't linger there too long.

St. Ciwg's church, apparently redundant now although I believe it may be used for community activities.

There are some very old graves in the churchyard, like this one from 1796. Also some sad ones - 'Also Philip and Charles, infant sons of the above'. Surviving childhood was an achievement in those days. 

*Welsh restrictions are lifted now allowing travel throughout Wales rather than just locally - although that was a loose definition. I would say that we have abided by the spirit of the law rather than the letter, taking great care and being sensible. But I will be so glad when life can be more normal. Husband had his second jab this week and was a bit fluey after it for a day or so. I am still waiting for mine.