Blue Monday

The so-called 'most depressing date of the year' actually started life as a PR stunt by a holiday company in a bid to flog trips to warmer climes. To my dismay the date has since been snapped up by almost all forms of media as gospel.

"Utter claptrap," I muttered to myself. I'm now not so sure of myself.

· I woke to find several tiles had fallen off our roof.

· The neighbour's dog has (once again) done its business on our front garden.

· After three years of commuting I somehow managed to catch the wrong train into work and ended up heading to London rather than Newcastle.

· The train incident meant I was a rather impressive two and a half hours late into work.

· My brain has been suddenly - and inexplicably - wiped of all passwords including the one for my central email account.

· My husband has rang to inform me that his steering wheel almost fell off on his way to work, and that he only marginally escaped a serious car crash.

· The garage is currently 'unsure' what is wrong with it, which can only mean they are also 'unsure' as to how much they are going to charge us to fix it.

Ahh and it's only 3pm. Never again will I anger the beasts of Blue Monday. Tomorrow can't come fast enough...