I had a bit of a rough morning today. I knew I had not slept well so starting the day would be an epic endeavour. Nonetheless I dragged my world weary corpse out of my bed and into the shower scrubbing the nights detritus from my face an making myself presentable to the world. In theory anyhow. I lumbered downstairs to the kitchen then it happened. My heart was racing, it was hard to breath, all of a sudden I as making small triangle sandwiches, uncontrollably mixing a pasta salad an making small bite size sausage rolls in the oven. Wasps flew at my head, I suddenly realised I was having a huge picnic attack. Fortunately I was able to calm myself down in time, but who knows when this ugly bite sized terror will rear its pesky head once more. Fear for me.
