Mr C used to talk about “unresolved discontent”. Not sure what that is – but from time to time he would tell me that was what was “wrong” with me. I would say that I am just being mopey for no apparent reason.
Mopey started last night when they ran out of salted caramel cheesecake and coffee at dinner. They offered decaf and canned peaches as an alternative. I think I was just looking for something to be grumpy about. Had a fine breakfast on the outside with Carlton’s last tennis opponent. Eggs Benedict with salmon. The ‘Skins eked out a victory. Nevertheless the mopes returned.
I’ll snap out of this. Maybe even tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then when the plane goes wheels up – on Friday. No percentage in moping around.
Canned peaches instead of caramel cheesecake sounds mopable to me.