The lady I work for in the mornings has been in Brux roughly the same length of time as me. This morning she told me something I did not know - that it's quite usual to feel depressed two months after moving somewhere new. She's been feeling it and wondered if I had. Aha! So I'm not just a bit mental then, there is a reason why I'm feeling like Eeyore. I guess the initial shine wears off about now, and you've sorted out most of the technical stuff, and you are left with...well not very much. The foundations of a new life with bits sticking out, and a sort of aftertaste of your old one. I'm afraid I've taken to chocolate.
Daim do a big slab of chunkiness that has turned me into a junky, rushing into the kitchen at work to shovel it into my face before various small people can see. It's not clever but it is nice. For various reasons my sense of being a quality person is a bit lacking at the moment. Chocolate is never the answer but it momentarily stops the question.
Tonight I am apparently going to a Disco for Malawi, though as I'm sitting here in only a t-shirt, cardigan and socks some clothes might have to happen before I leave the house. I'm not sure how Malawi feels about our disco-dancing for them, or even if they have been informed.