I walked down the sunny leafy street in which I live this morning and realised I was feeling overwhelmingly sad. I have no particular reason to be sad and many to be happy but I couldn’t (can’t) shift the feeling. It’s like my body is sad but forgot to explain to my head why.

On days like this the simplest of kind words or the slightest sad story is enough to render me tearful.

Maybe I have phantom/sympathy time of the month? Maybe it’s comedown from last nights di-hydrocodeine fest (prescription drug)?

Maybe, probably, it’s just the menopause :)