SAD — Seasonal Affective Disorder

FIrst thing this morning I heard Wilson playing quite a mournful rendition of There Is Nothing Like A Dame, from South Pacific, on his kazoo and spoons. Gradually his playing grew slower and slower, the kazoo dropped out and soon even the spoons fell silent.

Going to see if everything was alright, I found W gazing dolefully out the living room window at the bare trees and the fallen leaves outside. 

'What's up?' I asked him.

'Oh, I'm just contemplating where my life's going…' he replied disconsolately. 

I think all the new babies may have disturbed his equilibrium — made him feel old, perhaps. That, and the unwelcome approach of Winter. 

Still, once I'd made him a big mug of hot chocolate with squirty cream, marshmallows and ant sprinkles he seemed a bit more his usual self. 

I'm a big believer in the healing power of hot chocolate...