Weary weekend

Don't know why but I've been so tired this weekend. Should have been having fun at the festival - I look forward to it every year and beloved son came up to go round it with me but I felt very apathetic and could hardly drag myself there. Clearly the Prozac is still to make a significant impact, wish it would hurry up and bring me back to life. By the way, I've discovered I'm living next to an arboreal assassin - the chestnut tree in my front garden suddenly started to look very poorly with leaves withering, turning dark brown and dropping off. I had my suspicions...the tree probably casts quite a shadow on my neighbour's front lawn...so I investigated and found a hole bored into the trunk from my neighbour's side and a brown liquid spilling out from it! When I went to show my husband a few days later, a carefully whittled twig had been stuck into the hole! ! Honestly, there was no need for such underhand tactics, we've always lopped back our trees when asked to do so in the past. He's lucky I'm not the vindictive sort or there'd be an unfortunate accident in his fish pond.