Grateful as I am for the electro convulsive therapy a year ago, there have been a few enduring side-effects. One of these is the loss of creativity. Ab-so-lu-te-ly stone-dead.

I've hardly picked up my camera at all since the ECT. It feels like failure, and when people have asked, I've been telling them I just haven't felt like taking pictures. Shouldn't I just be pleased I've been 'fixed'?

Anyway, over a glass of wine and the X Factor - I've confessed, and Hubby has offered to take me out tomorrow with my camera to an abandoned factory (urban and industrial are my favourite subjects), to see if I can get some inspiration.

I hope so. Maybe I'll have a photo to post tomorrow :)