Can I just say

I would be willing to pay a vast sum of money to ensure that James Blunt’s dulcet tones of misery never grace the airwaves of this land again.

Together with this ‘what is there to live for’ weather, I am struggling today.

Tonight I have to go and meet Claire. This will be the first time the two of us have met this year, alone. I don’t really want to go, have no idea what to say and and am tempted to cancel. However my mind is ringing with 'do unto others.......' so I am going.

Do I bring the whole thing up? What is the point? But then if I don’t it will feel false and shallow. I just want to go home and crawl under my duvet.