Grey, grey, go AWAY!

A blogless week has passed, not for any reason in particular, maybe just a mild attack of writer’s block?! The holidays are drawing to a close and today the sky outside my bedroom window is suitably grim – August my arse… On the one hand I’m champing at the bit to start a brand new year of medicine, one step closer to success, but on the other hand it means the days become shorter, the nights longer and cursed rain. I really think at times I suffer from some sort of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). If I was like Lois Lane and had a direct line to Superman, from September to April I’d get him to take time off from saving the world and focus his efforts on blowing away the bloody clouds! It’s funny how little things can make a big difference to my mood and motivation, such as a waking up to rays of sunlight flooding my room – illuminating the countless little dust particles, silently floating in and out of view. That’s all I need to put a smile on my face in the morning, but when it’s pissing down I just want to slip back under the covers and sleep.

It’s not all bad though, Liverpool have won their first two games of the season (and face a hugely important 2^nd leg Champions League qualifier tomorrow). I really hope they can put together a proper challenge for the league title this year – I was only 2 and a half the last time they won it…