It is a wet and miserable Sunday morning and my sense of humour is grim and black I am sitting thinking of how we communicate and how at times the words we use does not convey our true feelings.

What do we say when someone asks “How are you?” are we always candid in our response? Some of my own responses and the corresponding emotions.

• I’m alright
• (Have I any choice).
• I’m always alright
• AGAIN. Have I any choice?
• I am fine
• I feel I could die
• I am ok
• I feel like crap.
• I’ve had a good day
• Nothing has been broken/destroyed
• I’ve had a great day
• No-ones been injured
• I’m Perfectly fine
• I’d really like to die. Now –Please.

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Edward Munch’s The Scream is supposed to reflect the universal anxiety of man. I think it reflects my inner being down to a tee more than anything I could ever say. I don’t know about anxiety but I feel sometimes like I’m going to go mad and would love to scream! Today, my humour is very black