Silver plating on a cheap spoon…

I woke up this morning with the windows and curtains open and light streaming into my bedroom and I felt completely elated and comfortable. An hour later I’d been thinking about friends and their careers and how I feel at the moment – essentially redundant, under-utilised, continually tired, like the edge and fire have been slowly rubbed away like silver plating on a cheap spoon. I don’t want to go and see my friends – I don’t really want to go outside – and I’m getting less able to smile with people who are getting on with their lives.