Self-appraisal

Someone at work said “I found your blog the other day. It’s mostly you just moaning about things, isn’t it?”
I said “You should be glad I’ve got the blog to moan in. If I had to hold all that unhappiness in it would just turn to a tidal wave of inner rage that would eventually explode out of me in a hideous act like stabbing a customer in the eye with a fountain pen. Or something.”
He walked off unhappily, but I have to admit he has a point. I do often lose myself in a  wallowing pit of indulgent bile. So I’m going to make a concerted effort to be more cheerful and less moany.
But not today, because Philippa has wound me up by going on about babies again. 

RC 28-7-16