Hmm

I am strangely dissatisfied and I can't put my finger on the reason. By all objective measures I should be reasonably happy - apart from being a tad short of cash, all is well.

I had my mid year review and was told that not only is all well, but that I am on target to exceed a couple of my objectives. In your face, Boss From Hell^TM. I then sloped off from work early to visit the quack. I find my blood pressure is fine for the 4th visit in a row.

Over the next few days, an old friend of mine and his family should be in the London area from Australia, so there is a rare and welcome chance to catch up over BEER.

Good news all round, then.

But I still feel glum, and it's pissing me off not knowing why. I don't like glum at the best of times, but I can generally cope with it when I can identify a reason. Today however, that comfort eludes me. I wish my garret was a little bigger; pacing like a caged animal is a bitch in this space.

I am trying to work out if I am in real danger of being fixed up, or whether it is all a josh.

The wedding at the weekend was the result of a concerted effort by the groom's sister in law, who appears to be both interested and successful in these things. I am informed, admittedly not by the most reliable of sources, that someone asked her if she had any ideas about a match for some third party and it seems that my name came up in this connection.

As I said, I am not sure if I am the target of a wind up or not, but suddenly I keep thinking that I have a red laser targeting light on my forehead.

Still, it's not paranoia if some one really is after you, is it?

Hmm

I am strangely dissatisfied and I can't put my finger on the reason. By all objective measures I should be reasonably happy - apart from being a tad short of cash, all is well.

I had my mid year review and was told that not only is all well, but that I am on target to exceed a couple of my objectives. In your face, Boss From Hell^TM. I then sloped off from work early to visit the quack. I find my blood pressure is fine for the 4th visit in a row.

Over the next few days, an old friend of mine and his family should be in the London area from Australia, so there is a rare and welcome chance to catch up over BEER.

Good news all round, then.

But I still feel glum, and it's pissing me off not knowing why. I don't like glum at the best of times, but I can generally cope with it when I can identify a reason. Today however, that comfort eludes me. I wish my garret was a little bigger; pacing like a caged animal is a bitch in this space.

I am trying to work out if I am in real danger of being fixed up, or whether it is all a josh.

The wedding at the weekend was the result of a concerted effort by the groom's sister in law, who appears to be both interested and successful in these things. I am informed, admittedly not by the most reliable of sources, that someone asked her if she had any ideas about a match for some third party and it seems that my name came up in this connection.

As I said, I am not sure if I am the target of a wind up or not, but suddenly I keep thinking that I have a red laser targeting light on my forehead.

Still, it's not paranoia if some one really is after you, is it?