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. |
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Failure of infants to thrive continued for another two hundred years, at least, attested to by the presence of two infants (my siblings) in my own family's burial plot - deaths dating from 1935 and 1940.
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