SLOSHY BUCKET

My head feels like a swirling mess today. I was stressed before I even got to work, worrying about what I might have to face. Then I had to face it - the gnawing, agonising feeling of not being quite good enough, or competent enough, or present-minded enough to do my job properly. It hit me like soggy bricks.

There is hope though; every now and then it feels as though my thoughts hover over something brilliant. I just catch a glimpse of it and then it fades out of focus again. I had one of those moments while walking to the bus this morning - a sort of buzz of clarity about... well, if I could remember I'd tell you... and then it was gone and I was running past the Co-Op with my rucksack bobbing up and down on my back.

I leapt onto the bus. Someone had sent me a contender for the world's longest WhatsApp message and the letters swam confusingly in front of me. If it were up to me I'd suggest that every time you change the subject inside a message, your phone just sends it regardless, and forces you to start a new one. Sure, there'd be some embarrassing unedited paragraphs, followed by red-faced corrections. But there'd be a lot more care taken next time, and within no time at all, we'd all be much clearer.

A lot of you are probably quite thankful that it's not up to me.

Fair enough.

So what to do about having a head that feels like a sloshy bucket. No-one would prescribe the day I've had as a remedy.

Still, the evening is yet young. Perhaps I should soothe it with some of the classics - Beethoven's 9th, Mozart's Clarinet Quintet, Ocean Drive by the Lighthouse Family. Or perhaps I should guzzle a load of water, or make a really good dinner. Perhaps I should convince myself that tomorrow will be better and just go to sleep. But then. It didn't really work last week, that.