Bobby is much, much better today. His temperature is down, the aches and pains are diminishing, and the problem tooth is on its way to being fixed after a second, rather painful, dentist visit. He is still not up to doing anything strenuous - he took the car to work today, for instance, instead of using his beloved bicycle - but, thank goodness, he is definitely on the mend.

I am fighting the blues, though. I feel a bit lost; floating, sort of. Not sure what to do to get back on track. I seem to have run out of all energy and creativity. Thank God the sun is peeking out at the moment; it has been grey and cold and drizzly here ever since I got home. Looks like summer is over ... Those six weeks of blue sky and heat that we had seem to have destroyed my fragile tolerance for dreary weather entirely; I am absolutely dreading the thought of embarking on another English winter.

I really wish I knew when we were moving; maybe I will feel better when we have a place of our own again. I'm waiting (as usual) for our incredibly annoying solicitor, who manages to be simultaneously utterly unhelpful and infuriatingly patronising, to return my call so I can get an update on the situation.