In this post I want to talk about anxiety. Before I start I should make it clear that I’m not a psychologist and I’m not trying to offer answers – I’m just saying a few things out loud in the hope that they might start to make sense in my own crazy Mother Hubbard mind.
So where was I? Oh yes… I’M DUE TO GET ON A FLIGHT HOME IN EIGHT HOURS’ TIME AND I HAVE NO PISSING PASSPORT. Uttering more expletives than the beginning of Four Weddings and a Funeral I tip my room upside down one last time before resigning myself to the fact that it has goneContinue reading “Passport panic!”