My Biggest Fears

In no particular order...

Blood clots. Legs > lungs > brain (the more lethal, the less scary they are to me)

Making phone calls

Brown Thomas

Falling out of the attic

My children falling out of the attic

Power tools. Circular saw > chainsaw > hedgetrimmer

Fingers getting caught between two closing drawers

R A T S 

False accusations

Legitimate accusations

Twitter pile-ons

Hair getting sucked in to the back of the hairdryer

Hair straighteners

Hairdressers

Reversing uphill

Reversing uphill with someone watching

Driving in convoy 

A room full of well-dressed blonde women

Medical council complaints

Solicitor's letters

Letters from the income protection gestapo

High heels on soft grass

High heels

Cold ankles

Cold feet in bed

Ski lifts

Ski escalator thingies

Skis

The sharp bit on the sellotape dispenser

Knuckles/cheese grater

Airtastic

Being late

Gas boilers

Jumpstarting cars

Ticketmaster

......

That feels better. 

What's Going On

 I think about writing all the time. 

I think, what would I write?

I um....

I....

There doesn't seem to be any way to corral my thoughts into any cogent order. And for why, anyway? It seems unlikely that putting words down will make any difference to the kerfuffle. 

There is grief and anger and sadness and emptiness, alongside fear and worry and anxiety. Guilt and remorse are shouldering their way in, next to hope and wonderment and anticipation. 

Mundanity and sparks. 

Boredom and peace.

Emptiness and contentment. 

Who knows?