Depression

Having been away for the last week, I have deliberately NOT looked up BBC.Co.UK. Unfortunately, I had to watch the news last night and this morning and I have immediately fallen into a complete depression. It must be psychological that after ignoring it all for a week, one forgets how dreadful things are and the reality drives one to despair once more.
Mind you, Andy Murray made it through last night, so that's something I suppose. His first set was truly appalling, and made me think that Jonah Brown had wished him luck. I'm physically incapable of watching tennis matches - every time one of the players hits the ball into the net I have a rush of illogical anger. Mrs. Lear spent all last night glued to the spectacle, so I just had to make do with the computer. Now I can see the point of iplayer....