Well, the week started with so-called 'Blue Monday', the third Monday in January which has been unreliably calculated by somebody on the back of a cornflakes packet to be the most depressing day of the year. In my part of the world it's been rounded off with a miserably grey and damp Friday, and in between we've had the tragic backdrop of the Haitian earthquake and the dismal sound of politicians slugging it out in the run-up to a general election, plus the sight of Cadbury's being swallowed up by Kraft (never mind, it'll rot their teeth). And I've got typhoid, cholera and diphtheria rolled into one - or it might possibly just be a heavy cold.
Going back to an earlier New Year gripe, the infallible and inerrant Wikipedia tells us that 'In England, the Feast of the Annunciation on 25 March was the first day of the new year until the adoption of the Gregorian Calendar in 1752'. Please can we go back to the Julian calendar? - it might actually feel like the New Year if it happened in springtime rather than the cold, dead heart of winter.
Oh well, on the plus side it was both our children's birthdays this week (4 and 7)... though that does mean two days of parties to look forward to...
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