I feel it coming, a wave of doubt and uncertainty, a subtle humour change.
Then the ridiculous, irreverent and surreal that normally fills these pages – having made a brief stop at language mangling control – is not flowing.
Even I start to think it’s all too silly and start getting concerned with the ‘news’ and the injustice of the real world. That’s a sign of trying to understand the madness, which can drive you mad.
And I can’t think that it would be helped by me joining in much.
Then I seem to be worn out without doing anything at all and I am aware there is a definite wobble on. It’s another MS relapse.
Time for a rest.
We’ll be back.