Changing colours.

What a Friday!

Do  your own job and someone elses! Train someone new to do the second job, train another newbie on a third job, miss every deadline all day and leave work late, tired, fractious and hungry. 

Got home, went to pack a bag for the weekend and almost inflicted harm on myself in self hatred because I thought I'd left my hand-knitted mittens at the bunk house last weekend. Almost had a joy-jumping, singing happiness moment when I found them in my jacket pocket. 

Actually I'm fine, I've just decided that if I voice my over-reaction to things I might realise how silly I'm being and calm down. 

Maybe. 


Perhaps.