Revolutionary Rue or Bipolar in the 'Burbs

At the beginning of this week I was in a dark place. From now on I shall refer to these episodes as 'Doom Days'; a time when all I feel like doing (and often do) is cry, feel hopeless, depressed and am naturally an absolute nightmare to be around. Roy can most certainly testify to this.

Yesterday morning I arose early and threw open the shutters, breathed in the early morning air, felt the warm mediterranean sunshine on my face and dramatically declared (to anyone remotely interested): "Today is the beginning of the rest of my life!"

A grumbling sound from beneath the bed covers suggested that Roy was thinking, "Oh God. Here we go again!"

So up I was, humming and singing, tidying up and getting Raffers ready for another fun-packed day with mummy(!), a veritable Mary Poppins.

When Roy finally made it downstairs, 2 perfectly boiled eggs (large, 4 mins) were waiting for him along with fresh coffee and ready made toast. "Sit down," I beamed pulling the chair aside and placing his breakfast on the spotlessly clean dining room table (unheard of in our house).

Roy eyed me suspiciously. Was there arsenic in his eggs? Spit in his tea? Is she having an affair? Unlikely in this part of the universe.

"Are you busy today?" I asked, placing a kiss on his curly mop of hair. "More coffee?"

"Hummm, ummm yes please...yes quite busy, you know the usual."

"I've made a pineapple cake. You know like the one we had in Brazil. The one you loved so much. Anyway I thought I'd make you one seeing as you go on about how great it was. Would you like a piece?"

Bringing the freshly made sponge to the breakfast table like a 1950s housewife on prozac, Roy touched my arm gently and enquired; "Is everything alright? You're acting very strangely? Yesterday you were so low I had to practically scrape you up off the floor, and today, well... you're like that women from Revolutionary Road."

Freezing in mid slice, I turned to him with cake knife poised and ready for action and asked accusingly; "Are you saying I'm f*cking bipolar or something?"

Yikes. Perhaps it's about time I got myself a hobby!