(Fey…)
There are various definitions, but the one I’m thinking is, someone marked by a morbid sense of the imminent disaster.
I think you should be able to take the day off work for feeling “fey”. You certainly shouldn”t be put in any sitation where you must deal with the shortsighted and fickle public.
Probably not that wise to drive either… or walk in crowded places. Just stay home for everyones sake.
I’m old enough to recognise when I get started down this road (usually), and even if I can’t turn back I can generally direct myself to a safe crash spot = some kind of dead end with buffers.
What, you may well ask, might prompt such a dark mood, such insouciance at fate?
Courtesy of storm Amy.
Yes, that’s exactly the same ection that was repaired at great expence and huge inconvenience earlier this very year.
Unhappy as I was on that occasion, there was at least the poor excuse that it had been a “once in a hundred years” storm. Amy , on the other hand, might reasonably be described as “a bit blowy”, and could happen again next Tuesday, and probably will.
Given that the crumpled (out of focus) things that look like grey kit kat wrappers are 3mm lead sheet, I’m left with the further conviction that SOMEONE did not do their job right AGAIN!
So if you”ll excuse me, I’m off to shake my fist at the sky, and tempt providence to repond. I strongly suggest you don’t cut in front of me in your white Audi…
Next week on IaDL, some kind of insurance nightmare no doubt.
Dalmallyfest the Asylum 