All day. All bloody day. Suddenly heart thumping like I've been fleeing the sabre tooth tiger. Yet all I've been doing was contentedly sewing. Sudden swoops of fear/anxiety that make my hands tremble. But I'm not frightened, I'm not anxious, I've had a lovely, peaceful day.
Bloody bloody menopause. Bloody fed up.
(On the brighter side, though, no hot flushes today.)