Waiting for the next ferry after just missing one this morning I slumped onto a seat (not that I'd dignify a bit of plastic barely adequate for the purpose with the word 'seat'), just as someone I know reasonably well rumbled up and said 'hello'.

He then made the mistake of asking how I was doing and I couldn't resist admitting that I was tired and depressed. (He knows about the lost diary etc.)

At which point a stranger next to me chipped in with the observation that was just how she felt.

It was a good reminder as we trundle through life in our private miseries that we're almost certainly not the only one! It was almost cheering...