One of those days

Did you ever have one of those days where you woke up late because you’d had four hours lying awake in the middle of the night (for no reason), and then when you wanted to go out you couldn’t find your house keys and the last time you remember seeing them was the afternoon before when you were going out on a bike ride, and you hunt around for so long that you’re  three quarters of an hour late for Quaker meeting, which is only an hour long anyway, and then when you get home and decide that the keys must be in the house and you start a systematic search, you find them in a wellington boot – why were they there? and more mysteriously, why did you even think of looking for them there? – and then a family member visits and you ask her if the cardigan you’ve bought suits you or should it go back to the shop and she turns round suddenly and smears henna from a wet henna design on the back of her hand onto said cardigan so even when you’ve applied sellotape to it and got most of it off, a tiny spot remains so it’s not enough to notice if you’re wearing it, but it is enough to mean you can’t take the thing back to the shop, so you don’t have the option of dithering over the purchase any longer  ?

Well I had one of those days.