If I have been quiet recently (virtually, not in person, much to the dismay of those around me) it’s because I have been out and about with this little chap Darwin, we are currently in Romania and one of us is a little bit sunburned.
Now might be a sensible time to explain about Darwin and his link to this whole bipolar business…stay with me now…
A few years ago my daughter played me a clip from Phineas and Ferb, a Perry the Platypus clip as it happens, wherein Perry remotely controls Dr Doofenshmirtz, resulting in his transformation into coolness. Or something.
Anyway, the point of this, according to my daughter, is that sometimes I am not entirely in complete and total control of my behaviour thanks to the whole bipolarity issue…thus she has decreed that there is a platypus controlling me.
And so on and more tenuous.
But the platypus became a thing and a slightly twee and friendly way of referring to the overtly bipolar times in my life.
So now I have an actual platypus puppet (most romantic birthday gift ever. Truth) who travels about on adventures with me.
Yes I get a lot of funny looks.
So now you know.
My next challenge is to be less weird. Just kidding. Once I’m back home I’ll figure it out.
In the meantime, peace x