I have of late become a terrible worrier - actually, no, I'm very good at it. I'm strung out about everything and find I need no excuse to whittle myself hairless. My car catches a patch of wet in the road and wobbles a bit - of course, it's a flat tyre. My poor cat coughs and I'm convinced he's going down with TB or something. (He isn't, he's right as a bobbin but that hasn't stopped me fretting about it). A little decorative plaque falls off the wall and no, it isn't the fault of a bit of knackered blu-tack finally giving up the ghost after 10 years. We've got poltergheist activity! It's wearing, to say the least.
I used to be so common sensible. Where's it gone? Anyone else had similar issues? I never was neurotic but it's ever present at the moment and it is really getting me down. I must be horrible to live with at the moment because there seems little rational thinking going on. I'm on tenterhooks all the blessed time and it is thoroughly exhausting.
I'd be glad of any suggestions about stopping fussing about nonsense.
Thanks in advance