Wake up: worry about getting up. Lie in: worry about not getting up. Have pancakes. Homemade: worry about making them properly. Shop-bought: worry about processed food.

Walk to school: worry about tripping over. Drive to school: worry about parking. Meet a friend: worry I’m going to be late. Arrive early: worry she’s forgotten.

Is this what my therapist meant when she asked me to keep a worry diary? Worrying about worrying. Worrying about every single thing you do from dawn to dusk!

I have a booklet to work through. I’m supposed to categorise worries into hypothetical and practical. Practical can be solved. Like the majority of mine. Hypothetical, like when will the cancer kick off again?, are left for worry time. This hits me in the middle of the night but doesn’t actually upset my daily routine.

Twenty minutes a week on the phone and an online booklet doesn’t cut it. The churning feeling doesn’t subside. Is this normal? Are we all secretly anxious? Is it worse with the pressure looming of a perfect Christmas?

I don’t have an answer but I’ll try not to worry about it!