It is when I have most on my mind that I have least to say

My mind goes round and round so much I feel like I'm in the centre of my own little tornado. 

I felt like if I'd got on this Carousel (outside the Natural History Museum) I might have caught it up and had a moment of relative stillness. I *really* wanted to go on it. But felt I was too old and childless to actually do it. 

Big stuff makes little stuff seem rather pointless and not worth talking about.