You alright?

I am feeling strangely alright this morning. Now, whether that's still last night's alcohol speaking or the fact that I can once again see a bit of blue sky above the yew tree that's slap bang in front of my window, I don't know. It could even be something else, but if it is I'm none the wiser. What I am is hungry, and while the Sunday Chef gets the pancakes going I thought I'd pretend I can't see the piles of washing and cat hairs everywhere and let you know dear readers, if indeed I have any today, that I am fine. I know that this blog has got a few of you into a bit of a tizz regarding my sanity of late and having looked back at some of the posts I can honestly say I have no idea why. This blog looks quite mundane and that is a worry to me. I don't want to be ordinary and boring; I don't want to shuffle off this mortal coil knowing my life has been just like any one else's; I want to go out with a bang. A friend, who is a trusted NHS consultant, offered to wire me into the mains before he went home the other day: I'm still wondering whether this might have the desired effect.