Having identified the problem it was important to outline some treatment plan and I rapidly decided on the following course of action:
1. The patient must not engage upon any disagreeable or tedious domestic duties. No oven cleaning, ironing, strenuous vacuuming or shower cleaning to be embarked upon.
2. Pleasant and relaxing pastimes to be embarked upon at every opportunity. The patient should relax and enjoy recreational time as much as possible.
3. A kind of "shock treatment" of a special treat arranged by the patient's nearest and dearest would be of great benefit in jolting the patient back into a state of normality, and out of torpor and ennui.
I raced off to see Mr Shoestring and tell him of my discovery. Imagine my disappointment when I explained the diagnosis and the acronym only to be met with a loud guffaw! I was very hurt but did not waste words by explaining my proposed treatment plan - I suspected it would not be met with the delight I had hoped for.
Instead I admitted defeat and we set off for a walk around the wetlands in the evening sunshine. When we entered the treed area the moon was coming up and the sun was shining on the top of the mountain as the sun sank lower
As we came out at the end the cloud was descending and the trees were glowing in the last of the sun. Things were possibly not so bad after all, though even the pigeons were languishing in the heat and couldn't summon the energy to fly off as we approached and peered down at them on the overbridge.
The insects in the garden seemed to be languishing - on the underside of this zinnia you can see a bumble bee sheltering from the heat of the sun, instead of gathering the nectar from the inside of the flower.
I consoled myself by thinking that autumn was on its way (who would ever have thought we would be welcoming the end of the summer weather?) and making plans for using this luscious yellow woollen blanket my mum gave me. I feel it has something special in store because the label has a motif with Pania of the Reef, and the blanket comes from the Napier Woollen Mills (which must surely have closed down decades ago). I have been making great progress on the silk crazy quilt and have a sudden hankering to work with wool and make an appliqued bed cover.
Some of the original upholstery fabric was still visible under the orange corduroy which had later been used for upholstery. It was a pale green shade and still in remarkably good condition.
The orange corduroy was also in good condition. In fact The Dancing Queen has the same orange corduroy on the lounge furniture at her seaside holiday accommodations, and we agreed that it must be virtually indestructible. It must date from the 1970s (the last time such a lurid and unsympathetic shade was fashionable). Horrid to think that this decade is coming back into fashion as "retro" now - the wheel of fashion seems to spin round faster and faster!