Smiling to myself, with Uncle Bob's warm nasal twang in my head at the bus-stop has never done much to help the handful of people who are inclined to believe that I'm a (somewhat) sane person.
Nor has clapping and shouting out "I do believe in fairies, I do, I do!" while jumping on a particularly bouncy mattress.
Yes, it has been that kind of a day.
Perhaps, a big cup of chocolate milk will soothe these frazzled nerves. Now if only it wasnt such a windy, rainy evening.