It happened when I was cleaning my teeth.
Wandering about the flat, toothpaste dribbling down my chin and a very real threat in the air of my tripping on a carpet rail and headfirsting into the bath. My face was raised you see, to keep the toothpaste in, because I needed to have my mouth open a bit wider than necessary for just a toothbrush.
Because I was walking around talking to myself. This is when it happened. I realised I’m absolutely fucking mental.