Beckyglen has commented that a lot of us seem to be having flares at the moment, and I feel for her, as I too am more than usually screwed up at the moment!
My GP thought it might be the annual 'flu jab, and in my more sensible moments I agree that this seems logical, but I have a suspicion that it's the onset of the annual Christmas insanity that bothers me. I dread it every year, and always seem to get a flare during the dark days of November.
Not sure why I'm like this, 'cos I opted out of the Christmas squabbles years ago. I buy presents and cards for the nearest and dearest, but I refuse to visit anyone, or to go to any parties.
I do, however, get in plenty of nice snacks and drinks and keep 'open house', and it's surprising how many people turn up, all seeking sanctuary from the family in-fighting that seems to be prevalent during the Season of Goodwill.
Why do we put ourselves through this?
It's impossible for everyone to be merry and joyful all at once just because tradition says so, and the close proximity of relatives that we may not get on with is bound to cause problems. My late in-laws used to give a Christmas afternoon tea every year, and it would always end in screaming matches between various factions.
In those days I was a ward sister and usually worked on Christmas day, so I could avoid some of the conflict, but at work I naturally observed that people became ill, broke bones, gave birth, and even died - irrespective of the seasonal festivities.
I lost count of how many tearful relatives have said to me: 'Oh, Sister! How could this happen at Christmas?'
It was difficult for me not to reply that things happened like this because Christmas is just another day!
Being a sentimental old thing, I still love the sound of Christmas carols on a frosty night, and I like the look of a prettily trimmed tree. I enjoy a mince pie and a sherry, and I love to watch my grand daughter with her presents.
All these things are dear to me, but the partying, the over eating and the forced jollity leaves me cold, and I can't be bothered with it all.
Does anyone else feel like this about the Festive season, or am I just a beastly old curmudgeon?
P.S. If George Clooney offered to kiss me under the mistletoe, I think I could put up with that!