I was worried at feeling worried, if you see what I mean.  One should only have a sense of impending doom when one is constipated and I was not, as it happened.

'Have you got your old service revolver in the pocket of your ulster?'
'Well I got me old Luger in the drawer in the kitchen table.'
'Then call me a cab!'
'Awright, Mr Charlie: you're a taxi.'