"On what scale?" I asked the first time.

Rating from 1 to 10, I have not yet been able to answer higher than "a five."

On the way home on the bus last night, I was trying to recall the last time I could rate a day higher than 5. There haven't been that many recently. I struggled even to think of what would have to happen to merit rating an eight or a nine, let alone a 10.

A lazy day with a book on a sandy beach? Perhaps a seven: too hot, too many people and (as there's no beach in Oxford) too far to travel.

A day spent in my PJs in front of the telly watching my favourite programmes? A six: I'd feel guilty about having "wasted" the day away.

Going to a concert given by one of my favourite singers/bands, or a play? A six: too expensive and the seats never offer enough leg room. I can't think of anyone I would be jumping up and down to see.

A day trip to visit some place in England I've yet seen, perhaps with a friend to share the journey: OK, maybe an 8.

Continuing on from my theme from two weeks ago, many things I used to enjoy doing are now too much of a chore, or don't turn out as planned, or just don't seem to be worth the effort. I'm having a hard time mustering the effort.
9:04:00 PM

Hey