Sparrows pecking my head.

I was chatting to Sparkling earlier tonight and mentioned how my worries were like being pecked by a thousand sparrows on my head.  Then she somewhere during the conversation she mentioned how Rock Chick and Dangerous Sports lad were getting serious.  My response was now I had an emu pecking at my head as well.  A bloody big one.  For the thought of a young lady still in teenage years being in a serious relationship is like the Devil being caught in a shower of holy rain, in short one bummer of a soaking.  Sparkling is philosophical over it.  Maybe it's me who worries too much.  Especially with the other sparrows each having a go at my scalp, no wonder my hair is thinning out.  As Micheal Winner says in the advert on TV, "calm down, it's only a commercial."  Ultimately we are all allowed to make our own errors.  Sometimes even twice.  Occasionally more. Then again things could be worse which is another way of looking at it.