I don't know why this is. Like many other bloggers it seems, I suffer from long-term depression. Don't worry - this isn't going to be one of those confessional posts! My anxiety levels are fine. I don't seem to be particularly low at the moment, although my sleep patterns have been majorly messed up for the last month or so. The simplest explanation, I guess, is tiredness - I must admit that I feel mentally drained quite a lot of the time.
In other weeks I would craft a well-written and amusing re-hash of the BBC dead dog story, highlighting what it says about the British way of things, and ending on anecdote about how as children we couldn't go on holiday without meeting someone Dad knew on a railway station. Today, I'll stay at posting the pic and link.