Winter arrived properly last week with plummeting temperatures and the heavens opening at every opportunity. I can handle cold and dry, cold and wet less so.

I’ve been busy practicing some festive requests and I had a lovely wedding on Saturday but my heart just isn’t in it. I took yesterday off and tidied up as well as starting a much needed decluttering project. I did a little this morning too and my house does feel lighter.

Today is dark and grey. I did my morning mobility – my shoulders were incredibly stiff after Saturday – and after a full body workout, I went for a walk punctuated with a bit of skipping and jumping. It’s a bit lighter outside than in my house but at 3.30pm, it’s already getting dark.

I didn’t sleep well last night which is unusual. I’m very fortunate that I can usually sleep for England, but not last night. I feel restless, unsettled. Change is afoot and inhabiting the liminal space is uncomfortable.

I’m gearing myself up to go out again soon. The Huddersfield Contemporary Music Festival is on and I’d like to go along and listen to other musicians. It feels important to attend a performance, a reminder of what it’s all about. I’m sure I’ll report back, unless the safe warm duvet wins the day.