Do you want to know how bad my mood is?
I have resorted to cleaning that's how bad.
I couldn't sit still or concentrate so I've even polished the silver. In case that sounds grand, I should point out that my silver consists of a small photo frame and a thing to stand wine bottles on (both presents).
My gran collected brass and she would set aside a whole morning to polish it all. I can see the attraction: the steady repetition and the shine appearing before your eyes. Very satisfying. It's times like these that I regret belonging to a church whose idea of decoration is a couple of bits of driftwood and some pebbles. It's the 'smells and bells' type of church I need now. Big chunky candlesticks that I could really work my mood out on.