Some time ago, a chap called Dr Cliff Arnall calculated the third Monday in January to be the unhappiest day of the year.  He based it on the fact that this was when the weather was foul, the credit card bills for Christmas had started to come in and you had realised that you weren’t going to keep your New Year Resolutions. Plus the euphoria of Christmas had worn off. Oh, and Monday’s always grim, anyway, because you have to go back to work after your fabulous weekend, don’t you? Newspapers love the story; there’s a nicely balanced piece about it in Wikipedia.  (Happy 10th Birthday, Wikipedia, by the way.) 

Well, of course, I don’t know what is going to happen today. It could be a killer. But, as of 08.00 hours, blue I’m not.

Braced for a household marathon, yes.  Squaring up to filing all the stuff that has currently turned the study floor into a compost heap, certainly. (Hope there’s nothing alive in there.) Blue? No.

Because I cancelled Christmas, nuked New Year, banished my birthday and wrote up a storm instead, inspired by yet another reason to be cheerful, the royal engagement. Today I wish the world well, in every part. 

For Random House, bless their pointy little heads, have sent me a copy of the cover of MY NEW BOOK. Calloo callay, my cup runneth over. Here it is.

published 31st March 2011

So if you’re feeling blue Mondayish, remember nice things do happen: nice young couples get engaged and loopy authors finish a book. And spring is coming.