what the f***?
There I am, bumbling along and suddenly I feel like I want to rip someone’s head off!! For NO reason! Maybe because yesterday was a non-productive day I must have had a lot of pent up energy, so by the time I got home last night ( AND the plumber was STILL there!)…….I guess I wanted to scream…….
The apprentice
Is it just me, or are the people who they ‘carefully review’ to go on this ’show’ ( because that is what it is, make no mistake!), are being COMPLETELY manipulated? Surely they must realise it is a ratings game, not a quest to be the next new brilliant wealthy clever people………or is it a quest for fame? But the resulting of showing these ‘bright young things’ is that it gets the boyfriend into a raging frenzy. He comes over all verbois and shouts at the television ( in the style of Jeremy Clarkson)………meanwhile I get a running comentary of ‘how thick they are’ and ‘ I wouldn’t do it like that………..’ ( the boyfriend’s words, not mine).
After about 45 minutes of his non-stop gabbling I was rattled to the core……….I told him that I was going to sleep in the spare room ( he had consumed a lot of whiskey and it makes him snore more than usual). My sleep has been a bit patchy lately, so I am aware I am heading for an ‘up’, except, I am agitated and bad tempered.
Glamorous? I don’t think so
If you have ever read any Kay Redfield double-barrelled Jamieson’s book ‘The unquiet mind’, you will know that she martyed herself for the sake of us poor suffering bipolar people. She tells us of her mania’s and to an untrained eye one would assume that it can all be a bit of fun. Whilst it is a totally personal account of her sufferings, she is a professional in psychiatry herself, but she doesn’t mention the mixed episode ( well, not in my recollection anyway).
Memory
She doesn’t mention that does she? I admire anyone with bipolar who can honestly say that they don’t have problems with short-term memory. All the studying that KRJ does, and she never once mentions memory problems. Lucky, lucky woman.
In summary:
Today is a bad day. Am rattled but have no idea how to cope with it. Am sitting in my office with no work to do, on my own and the only thing that I have to look forward to is cleaning up after the plumber when I get in and a mountain of washing.
Oh deep joy………..
alternatively………..I could just go out for a walk around town and hope that I don’t rip some poor shop assistants head off.
Saturday I am going to Wales with his lordship. This will entail a lengthy lecture on how his driving compares with the rest of the world and his point of view on everything ( because of course, his opinion is always right, he had the audacity to say this to me last night).
How arogant can you get?
