Image: The Big Picture
When is my next VAT due? Did they even send me the form? Why can’t they spell my name right? Have we run out of bread? Did I write down the number of the new contact at the client site? Am I doing enough? Did I miss that technical document thing in the project plan and will that throw the dates out? Why has no one improved on MS fucking project? Did I send that email to myself with the details of the place we are staying at? Have I written down my stats from the run in the Notebook of Healthy? Should we go to Cuba or would that be politically crass? Why don’t I know more about international politics? Did we bring in the recycling bin? Have I transferred money across to the house account? Will I ever do the thing that I am meant to do? Will someone please tell me that thing is? Is Rex being psychologically damaged by Badger’s quest to love him to death with her furry sibling adoration? Have I got enough clean pants for this weekend? Where the fuck did I put the train tickets? Why do I have this overwhelming sense of dread? Am I psychic or is this the estrogen talking?
Add to this a little hysteria at the reports of biblical-level flooding sweeping through a city that contains my entire family. Little Brother’s clan have been evacuated and I know they are out of danger, but they are scared and so far away and there is nothing anyone can do.