Those of us old enough to remember Morecambe and Wise will know that the song was only performed at the end of the show. My wife and I were certainly singing it when we got back from holiday last Sunday.
We got in to Gatwick airport at around 7pm and everywhere was cold, overcast and dreary. A fine drizzle completed the re-acclimatization and reminded us that Greece wasn't just 3 1/2 hours away, it was gone for another year.
We instantly started suffering from SAD, and it has been too depressing to post for the last few days.
We have been surrounded by damp piles of washing, and the house and garden alike smell of Autumn, musty, damp and cool.
This morning though, I woke at 7 to see the sun sneaking through the window blinds. Tigger was calling for his breakfast, and everything looked brighter again.
It is good to be back, after all.
And remember, One Person's Sunset is Someone Else's Morning.