Back to the Romans for my inspiration today. This is Horace.
Yes, he is a statue. No, he hasn't any pigeons dropping poo on him from a great height.
I chose his quotation in the spirit of positive thinking because frankly I don't think many talents were elicited from my person in the past few days. (You'll just have to read back, I'm afraid!)
Actually - one remarkable talent. The talent of making a drama out of a crisis.
When I look back at what actually happened at the time and the outcome...in The Grand Scheme Of Things it was NOTHING.
It was an unpleasant incident; I was scared; it was all a lot of hassle which made Peter resentful and me fraught; it's going to cost a lot of money - at least £3000 - to fix; I have been working extremely hard in order to contribute more to the household finances and wooooomph, it's all gone...
But no-one died. No-one was even the tiniest bit hurt. (No-one unless you count poor Olive Oyl and the massive heart attack which made her lose consciousness for a while - but she's going to get a new heart...and lungs...and most other vital organs, hence the £3000+)
I'm already feeling better!