I need these today – they’re wishing stones. Apparently you hold the one in your hand that you want to come true and think about it then it does……

So, I have all five clasped in my grubby little mitt and:

I Wish that I’d not wasted half of my day doing something that turned out to be completely pointless when I’d got a thousand things to do that would not have been pointless but I couldn’t do them instead because of the ‘need’ to do what I was doing!

If I could cast a magic spell that just did half of my workload at the moment, it’s be perfect, a dream. At the moment I’m trying to do so much with so little time that I’m failing left, right and centre. Everything I do crumbles to dust.

Strength – some inner strength to prevent me from losing my temper and or my dignity – my temper – I have written and re-written an email today and every time I get half way down it I want to explode – is this normal? In the end, it’s gone out and its tone is ‘curt’ to say the least. This is not my way. My dignity – I came close to tears earlier and shocked someone who thought I was ALWAYS ‘Mrs Positive’ – not today, my friend.

I am at the tether end of my creativity – I need a boost. I need a recharge of my creativity batteries. Clearly I am not alone in this – I got this message - u r gay y da fuk wuld u wna sty lyk tis? u dik! ru fik or sumthg? i bt u r! u fukin shit fce! looooooooooooooooool:P - posted three times on one of my photos (this photo) today. Please, please don’t tell me that the beautiful English language is reduced to this – it’s a crime against language, it’s a shocking indictment of the level of education of our youth. It depresses me. In fact, put this person in the queue for some creativity ahead of me, I’ll happily give up my place in the queue to fix this one.

Finally, I dream of home. I am so homesick that as I type I am snivelling. That Cornish air, filled with the diesel fumes of the train taking me home, that’s what my heart needs…..something to dream about.

I’m rubbing those stones together and hoping that at least one of these wishing stones can deliver me some comfort……

Last year, I was showing a hairy arse to the world.....