Well, as if post-Christmas and New Year blues isn't enough to be getting on with - I have just found out that my birthday Jan 24th is officially THE most depressing day of the year. Apparently it is all true and can be substantiated by some sort of mathematical formula. I was feeling a little depressed lately about this next birthday being the last one of my 30's and consoling myself by cheerfully thinking about what I should arrange for my 40th. Obviously a change of plan is in order or maybe it won't just be me depressed on my birthday but my guests as well? Sod it, I guess I'll be staying in then feeling depressed like everyone else on that day. Yours slightly uncheerful but with hope, Rockmother.
I'm in a bad mood. Got too much to do in too little time and it's all my own fault. Plus, superstitious that I am I have to take the effing Christmas tree down before we all turn into pumpkins before midnight. Actually, I'd quite like to turn into a pumpkin - at least I wouldn't have to do so much except be made into soup or posh ravioli. As you can no doubt guess I am glad the holiday is over - too much loud telly, shouting guests and children (mine and visitors) and too much me shouting 'stop slamming doors!!!' to all and sundry.