Went to the Guild last night in a desperate effort to kick start some positive thoughts in my poor soggy mind - which is dragging itself from day to day with no idea how to find the light.

Perhaps it was a mistake to even think that knitted brooches would do the trick.

Lots of jolly women enjoying the creative process pushed me even deeper into gloom.

The knitted brooches proved to be beaded flowers and were ghastly. I tried using more interesting beads which destroyed any shape they may have had. At least i have learnt to thread beads onto wool and knit them into a row, that must be good.......

It is extremely windy today but inside my head there is no breeze whatsoever.