… although sadly, I’m at the end of the packet. I haven’t done too badly though; I’ve made a 1lb bag last me for more than 3 days, which has to be some sort of record. I can’t help it. I love them too much and chomp them down whenever I get them - which is thankfully only once a year or so, if that.

It’s been a funny old week though. We took the dog back to his rightful home on Saturday night and stayed there with him, although his owner didn’t come home till Sunday. Poor pooch, he was pretty confused for a while; I think he’d decided that after a month, he probably belonged to us now. He was glad to see her and to be home though, so all’s well. And it was good experience for me in having a dog - and we’ve decided that unless we have the garden fully fenced and have a run set up, we wouldn’t get a dog of our own.

Monday and Tuesday though, we actually had snow. And it’s still lingering on the hills, and the weather’s been hideously cold.  (Well, OK, not that cold in comparison to Alaska, for instance. But colder than we’re used to, and colder and snowier than we can easily deal with in this country.) I haven’t made it to Belfast yet this week thanks to the weather, but I’m going to have to go in tomorrow and Friday. The weather’s supposed to get a bit warmer if windier, so hopefully the roads won’t be icy.

I’m feeling sluggish though, which is a big contrast to all the energy and creativity I had at the beginning of the month; even when I was ill, my mind was still churning out bright ideas at a high rate. Now though, I’m just feeling apathetic and lethargic in that usual January way. I’m trying to eat more fruit and veg because my diet is definitely lacking.

Still, I’m looking forward to a few days away at the start of February, headed home to Wales to see family and friends, and hopefully to rummage through the books stored in my parents’ attic, and to do some writing in peace.

… and not really with it. Which isn’t the best way to be on a bright sunny busy Monday morning.

Life’s pretty quiet though - which is both good and boring. I’ve been playing a lot of Baldur’s Gate 2 in my free time, and have got further than ever before in the game. Die, vampires*, die!

Really though, I’m just apathetic in my personal life. Although work is fine, I just can’t be arsed to do much otherwise. Cleaning the bathroom and roasting a chicken was as good as it got yesterday. I’d rather lie in the bath and read than do just about anything.

Pathetic.

[* Replace with any of the following as applicable: zombies, trolls, minotaurs, mad mages, pirates, weird underwater shark-creatures, dark elves.]