Zig. Zag. Zig. Zag.
Like taking the steering wheel of a car and going absolutely nuts moving it from right to left, left to right - like a little boy with his first plastic toy car.
I've been sitting in my plastic toy car for far too long, methinks.
Tomorrow I will make a detailed list of qualities that I can buy per kilogram. And finally visit the market, bargain a little with the uptight wholesalers who give you the elevator eyes, before they're convinced you're worth a makeover.
Then I will convert it all into a virtual superwoman suit, wear it, feel happy and face the world full frontal.
Until then, I'll circle in my whirlpool of Jamie Cullum, Corrine Ray Bailey and some good Ol' Dave Matthews, hoping to jazz up my spirits.