Whenever I hear the expression ‘mood swing’ it’s uttered softly, almost in secret, said with raised eyebrows and a crumpled frown, referred to with a certain negativity, as though it were to represent an imbalance or erraticism of mental state, an irrational act to be avoided and most certainly not mentioned openly or admittedly. So it is with some hesitance that I confess to being not only an avid reader but even a regular subscriber to ‘mood swing weekly’, and this week was a mood swing marathon. It is astounding how quickly one can fly around emotional chaos in the space of a week. I have been thrown from nervous study anxiety to the blissful relaxation of post-exam cloud nine, from the exultancy of birthday celebrations and the delight of ripping open perfectly selected gifts to the existential devastation of bereavement - rivalled only by the Autumn weather, whose random oscillations between bright, sunny warmth and thick, grey, foggy rain seem to have perfectly reflected the week's sentimental muddle. So it is with cautious relief that I see the weekend peeking just around the corner and already feel the warm comfort of a lazy Sunday morning between fluffy pillows and a good book where I can hide from everyone else and dedicate some quality time to me, myself or I… depending on who is in the better mood…

dw