I almost feel like singing I’m Tired like Lilly Von Schtupp from Blazing Saddles.
The bags under my eyes are carrying Guess fake-croc bags. Even my hair feels tired. Something about the season, perhaps? Daylight saving finished a month ago, which messed me about a bit and now as we approach winter, the colder weather and fewer daylight hours are really making me turn into a slug.
So, it’s off to the dietician tomorrow to get an eating plan to make sure I don’t come out of winter looking like a fat, hairy slug. What fun. Not.