Do you believe it in your head?

I'm going to just throw caution to the wind here and tell you about my state of mind in a very very general term.

Wobbly.

Sometimes I'm 100% coherent, other times I talk complete and utter bollocks.

Last night, for instance. I got home from Sim's house at around 9 30PM and sat down. Harry was off to the shop and asked if anyone wanted anything. I responded in the negative.

"WAIT A MINUTE!" says I "I could use a Christmas tree complete with ornate Norwegians wearing fairy lights and a large bag of potatoes to replace the fairy."

Something along those lines, but the key elements are correct.

Later on, I proceeded to tell everyone else in the flat about the Finnish builders on the roof who are installing a giant may-pole for the festivities in early June.

I worry about me on occasion.

However, in my more normal frame of mind, I can focus and just crack on with solving a cure for cancer AND the common cold should the mood strike me.

Today at work, only me and Darren were working because everyone else are lazy bastards and don't work bank holidays.

I sat in the van at 7AM(7AM!!!!!!) and put all the work in order, sorted out which ones were avoidable, how to get from one road to the other with minimal travelling time and at approximately what time we'd finish.

I was damn near spot on with the time, bang on with the avoidables and even though I forgot to factor in cafe time I was home by 1PM.

All this at 7AM. Normally at that time, I'm busy wondering if I'm wearing wet socks or wet shoes or even any shoes. You'd be alarmed at the frequency of this. Normally a bacon sandwich at JB's cures this, but even he was shut this morning due to a sodding bank holiday.

We had to drive all the way to Brixton for petrol and back into Streatham and Tooting for the work.

WHAT AN EPIC FUCKING MISSION

Still, even with private jobs and first cleans added on to the time factor, we were only 20 minutes over the time I thought we'd be done. So that was OK.

What made it even better was making £20 on the sly and "doing" £300 worth of windows in one day. This means that For working 4hrs today(Law Of Window Cleaning #1: Never leave the cafe before 9AM) I'll have made £70.

And yet, I'm always, always ALWAYS skint.

How on Earth does that happen?