Hmm. Trite but true.

A day when I'm depressed is a very bad day. Hence, a day when I'm not depressed is definitely, at least relatively speaking, a good day. Why did I only just notice that?

Duuuuhhhhhh!

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Good day, despite having to sort my lazy mother's flat out, yet again. I'm really not sure how one person can stink up a small flat in less than a week. Particularly as she never moves from the sofa :P

Ah well.

Did some gardening, and swimming / bike riding in the same day.

Heheh. Off to Alton Towers tomorrow :D