Lacking lustre

I have been feeling a little 'bleeeaurgh' lately. You know what I mean. No enthusiasm for anything and very little sense of satisfaction when you get stuff done. It has been quietly driving me crackers with frustration. I'm normally pretty buoyant. I get stuff done, I see the bright side, I have a permanently half full glass..... What's made it more frustrating is that I couldnt' find a reason for this feeling of ennui (there's my tiny bit of french done!). That is, until last night when I had my Eureka moment. In the dead of night, driving back over the mountains from Book Club I finally named my nemesis. Lacklustre.

I'm Lacklustre. There is an astonishing lack of lustre in my life. The relief; I feel so much better for putting a name to this. All that worry and niggling frustration can be resolved - I just need more shine! I must dust off my life and buff it up with Pledge (other brands are available) and lavender scented bees wax. It's amazing the difference it makes working out what is wrong, finding a reason to explain why you feel vaguely dissatisfied and disinterested in life in general.

So after my flash of inspiration I made it home and fell into bed. Would the ennui have gone in the morning? I woke today with my usual urge to stay in bed and pretend the alarm wasn't going off in a strident manner and that John Humphries wasn't crooning sweet nothings into my reluctant ear, but then I remembered. I need lustre. This shining thought mobilised me and I leapt out of bed like a spring lamb and tripped on the shoes the loyal hound had left for me (he seems to think I should be wearing heels this morning. Interesting.)

Despite the fact that yet again the weather is grey and cloudy I have discarded all negative thoughts (ok, not all of them - that would just be weird, but most of them) and sat myself down in the office with the intention of getting on with my life. I shall deal with the stuff the accountants want, I'll send out the information my clients hope for. I may even brush my hair. Obviously I'll blog first.

Now, whenever I glimpse myself feeling dull I shall deal with it. I know what's wrong and I have watched enough of the deranged Anthea Turner to know what to do. Happiness is the white glove test, perfectly folded towels and origami napkins at the table (in the shape of Ray Mears of course - all those bewildered by this should see http://katyboo1.wordpress.com/). Happiness will be mine. No longer will I lurk faintly miserable, bewildered and dull in the corner.

Shine on, crazy welsh girl.......