For a couple of weeks now, I’ve been feeling a little odd. Firstly I had a mad panic to get stuff sorted before I leave for Melbourne, and now I’m just kickin’ around waiting to leave. To say the least, I’ve not exactly been on top form.

This is understandable, I hear you say; but I have my Twitter audience to consider. My lack of witty puns and inuendo is making the natives restless. I just don’t seem to be up for it at the moment, I’m afraid.

Yet I want to get to the bottom of it, at least to preserve my own sanity.

It’d be expected if I said I’m getting sad about saying all my goodbyes & leaving good old Blighty; but I’m not. Sure there have been a few moments of emotion, but I’m just generally grumpy & lacking inspiration.

Another worthy hypothesis is that I’m suffering from SAD (seasonal affected dissorder). This holds some water; I certainly am less of a grump on sunnier days.

The third offering is that next week I have to teach a class I’d not expected to. This, I think, is the true source of my angst – I’m grumpy because I’ve got to do something I don’t want to #harrumph! I could’ve protested, or simply refused, but I thought “what the heck, just get it done”. Now I’m just waiting for it to happen & it makes me blue.

I’m sure there’s a bit of the other two mixed in, plus a bit of annoyance about other stuff going on, but really it’s just the toys being thrown out of the pram. It’ll be over before I know it, & I’ll soon be back to my old self. Bear with me, …I’m only a kid #harrumph