That's it. I knew it was coming for some time. But, in the words of Freddie Mercury, it's finally happened, I'm going mad.
And this morning I got the proof I've been needing.
Ok, so 12 hour night shifts spent with 12 imsomnia ridden paranoid-schizophrenic tenants is probably enough to affect even the sanest of individuals.
However, half way home this morning, the realisation suddenly dawned on me that since the moment I'd buckled my seatbelt, I'd been singing It's a small world afterall, over and over to myself.
This continued until I pulled up outside my house.
Bizarre. Strange. Peculiar. Somewhat chilling.
Call it what you want..........I've finally lost it