I have been in Munich all week and it has not been pleasant. Although this is not entirely the fault of the city.
Jetlag was my initial malaise. Having coasted through the weekend, and thinking I had got off lightly, I have been waking up at irregular times all week.
That it is now five nights since I arrived back from Seattle leads me to think it might not be just jetlag. My reserve culprit is a haunted hotel room, albeit with a lack of direct evidence.
Whatever the cause of fatigue, my mood was worsened by horrendous weather on the first morning. It was just spotting with rain at the point where I decided to use a combination of public transport and Shanks' ponies to get to the office. How Zeus must have laughed heartily as the deluge, er, luged. My shoes are no longer squelching, but the bitterness remains.
And finally, my work this week is duller than a school assembly.
Still, I have a three day weekend to recover, and to reacquaint myself with the garden. Hacking and slashing will be in order methinks.