I usually hear the intended bleak menace when Brett Anderson sings the line: ‘Every Monday morning comes…’ Not today. This morning I had an amazing Monday wake-up. As today’s copy of the Metro, (complete with complimentary bag of chocolate money), proclaimed: ‘At last, a reason to love Mondays’. I could not have put it better myself.
Pouring London rain, thwarted walking to work plans, Circle Line delays – nothing could stop me beaming. Even today’s latest professional author difficulties have failed to phase me. I woke up smiling and I still am.
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