The problem with having 'the knack' is anti-knack syndrome (aka pingsodit ague).Normally you just do it, today it just doesn't. A slight mishap leads to a breakage. Everything is slightly wrong and frustrating. You go into a room, come out again and then remember what you went in for. Skipping along the ridgetops beomes thumping into the hillsides.Measure twice, cut onc... bugger! Nothing fits, nothing flows, it is a descending spiral of hamfistedness and expensive mistakes. Turn on the kitchen tap and a freak positioning of crocks sends a spray of water to leave embarassing wet patches on your trousers.Put down the tools. It is not that urgent. Just walk away. Carefully. Every step deliberate and controlled. Don't drop that plate, have the cutlery slide off the pile into the washing up and break a glass. Open the packet to have it tear and spill the contents everywhere. And the pingsodit is hiibernating under the fridge again. Argghhh.. This is the curse of the anti-knack. The swings and roundabouts of outrageous fortune. Tomorrow the knack will return, today is Yang for yin, roundabouts for swings, roundheads for cavaliers. Tomorrow will be a better day.Goodnight.
