itch

All day, in fact all week, I have had a nag at the back of my mind, it’s something I can’t put my finger on it, an itch if you will, that I can’t reach.

I’ve tried sleeping on it, talking it through to myself (now, how sad is that?!!!) Systematically eliminating reason s for this unease.

But , as yet, nothing. Not even close.

Certainly there is a lot going on in my life, and this time of year for reasons you don’t need to know, has always been tough for me.

So it would be reasonable to assume that that was the core of it, but again No, I’m pretty sure it isn’t related to that. Well ,not this time.

I think it has something to do with what’s going on at the moment, or should I say what’s not going on.

The government has given heaps of money to the banks, who appear to be haemorrhaging it to God knows where, the government appears to be struggling and yet the opposition (including the Lib Dem) are, whilst saying this is not working , not going for the kill.

Yes I know they are criticizing the government’s actions, and let’s face it we can’t expect too much from the Tories who generally don’t seem to have an idea what to do…..
but I still I feel we’re missing something, a bit of information from underneath the credit crunch.

Like a sentence in a film which you missed when you went out and made yourself a cup of coffee which later turned out to be the most important scene.

What it is, can’t tell you, but my guess is we will know soon enough and I will let you know when I know.