I hurt. Everywhere. Ankle is strapped up (old ligament injury has resurfaced, causing me to hobble painfully, and it affects my knee as well), tum is bad (ate half a choc bar yesterday; tell me, if you can't eat chocolate, is life still worth living?), have niggly pains in back and chest, stabbing pains in my worst arthritic finger kept me awake last night and I have a general feeling of what the French would call a malaise.
Mr Grumpy is at a funeral. A friend of his died last week. She was only 47 but had MS and her weight had ballooned to 27 stone due to a huge cyst in her womb. She was due for surgery in a fortnight, but suddenly collapsed and died, poor lady. So, in comparison to that, I am well, 'cos I'm still alive and... can it be?... the sun has come out!