Why I am worried

I may be invited to address the United Nations but I have no smart suit and my hair looks like a doormat.
I might get mugged and have no money in my purse and no credit cards so they will not have anything to show for their work.
I might fall out of bed and land on the cat,if we had a cat.
I might dream I’m in the loo and then wet the bed.
I might go to Confession and I’d have to tell a lie and invent a sin as I’ve done nothing wrong this week.Or I forgot!
Then I’d have a sin to confess:Lying in the confessional.

I might not see a grass snake in the garden and accidentally stand on it.
I may solve a problem no-one knows the answer to and not even realise that I am the only person who knows.
I may wake up and find I’m a man.I have no suitable shoes and where would i keep my mobile?
Someone might want me to do a poetry reading and i might speak too fast.I might go more red,tremble or use a four letter word in a Freudian slip.And I don’t know any four letter words yet…please tell me where they are.
I might fall over crossing the road and get run over by a bus just before I change my underwear.how mortifying.
Isn’t mortifying an odd word?

I might go shopping and forget my purse.Then get put into a Home and forgot I have a home.
I might forget my name.It’s so confusing as the doctor calls me Mary ;my first name.Why can’t they call one Mrs like they used to do?
Unless they can’t pronounce  my surname !It’s a thousand years since the Vikings and the English still can’t speak Danish or Norwegian.Nor Swedish,except for.”Hi”.
I might dream I’m young and what a nightmare that would be!
I might get onto a CTTV camera and be spotted by someone looking for a model for large size clothes.
No wonder I’m so neurotic. I must be tough.Anyone else would have gone completely mad with all this on their mind.
But I was already mad so everything is fine.
Well,let’s pretend