Grumpy.

Mrs Frost says I seemed grumpy on the blog yesterday. I hadnt noticed it myself and I certainly had not set out to be grumpy. I suspect its the time of the year. I suspect that having to crawl out of bed at eight in the morning in the near dark in order to take the dog out is not a recipe for making one jump for joy and perhaps it creates a degree of grumpiness that those with antennae finely attuned to grumpiness can pick up.

I shall have to keep a close watch on my grumpiness levels until the mornings get lighter.