I am dissatisfied with every single aspect of life

Everything is mildly irritating, including the weather and the news, makes you go, “Ugh” Part of it is down to physical decrepitude.

Horlicks is the only compensation for this dreadful time of year.

To make matters deliberately worse for myself I thought I’d grow a beard again.

The real problem with my beard is how itchy it is.

A week before the US election, I'm not optimistic about what's going to happen.

I comfort myself by spooning Horlicks into my raging mouth.

The taste is delicious in itself but takes me back to more innocent times, when US elections were.

I have now eaten half a jar at a sitting, and I feel queasy on top of everything else.