Across the pond

Gone to bed. Can’t sleep. Mind racing. Racing round the room in the stillness of the night. All are sleeping. Why not me?

Should be sleeping. Not in pain. Not unhappy. Don’t have problems. Pound is falling. Markets crashing. Jobless zooming, now two million. Worse to come, depression looming. All are worrying, why not me?

Raving loony, that’s the cause. Should be taking pills galore. Should be listening to the doctors and to my dear old mum and dad. ‘Time for bed now, Bobby, else you’ll be sleeping at your desk.’

Gone to bed. Can’t sleep. Mind racing. Racing round the room in the stillness of the night. All are sleeping.

But I’m not tired.