The last few weeks I found myself in a rut. It was not something I could do much about. I just felt down and was probably wallowing in an almost self-pity pile of mud. Then I realised something. No one else can get me out of this except myself. So I am going to hold on to the rope that has been thrown to me and I am going to pull myself out of here. This is not the kind of place I want to be for a long time. I am going to shake off the mud and I am going to clean myself up and get going with all the things that need doing.