I’ve lost my funny today. It’s one of those days, the days when your ‘Fake it ’til you Make’ it stores have run dry, and you’re left sitting wondering if you really can do this after all. When you wonder if people have realized that you really don’t know what you’re doing, that your readership will forever be limited to those you have blackmailed into subscribing, and that maybe it’s time to go and get a job in Starbucks after all.
The day is only an hour and a half old. It’s 1.30 am and we’re in the run-up to Christmas, with only half the Christmas cards written and international mail deadlines looming; the Feisty One’s birthday sleepover is this weekend and I am already sleep deprived; the dog that has been with us since we started our travels is now 17, senile, awake and whining and the top third of our supposedly pre-lit Christmas tree is in darkness, and has been since this time last year.
Normally, this would be small potatoes in the chaos that is my life, but I’ve lost my funny today. Anyone got any I can borrow?