Went to the school fete worse than death. On way home (left early so as to start cooking for all coming back for wine and mac cheese) took call from agent. Agent asking if should put CV forward for numpty job at low rate at company that made you redundant last year. You say yes, because you haven't worked in a while and are scraping by on DH's salary. Feel shit about the whole thing. Update on a social network 'wishing I were dead'.
Get home. Feed 10 people, put makeup on, go to cinema with DH and friends (shit film but haven't been out in 3 months so hey), DH checks network, sees your update and says
'You shouldn't have said that, it makes me feel bad'
Without asking why you did.
WWYD? Cos I'm losing the fucking plot here...