Its not even a word!

Day count -21.

I think it's started, the moodiness I mean.
Karen had to go to bed last night because she felt too "wound up".
This morning is more of the same.
Even the dog is getting it in the neck!

She feels "ratchety" she says. Its not even a word, though I daren't correct her.
"I could pull my hair out" she says.

"Wish you would" I think to myself.
It would save on the £100 about to be spent at the hairdressers this afternoon.