... someone somewhere in the world might be saying at this very moment.

But I'm not.

Because it's never good when you wake up on a Monday morning and have to go into work.

And it's worse when you wake up just ten minutes before you're meant to be in work on a Monday morning.

But it's far, far worse when you wake up just ten minutes before you're meant to be in work at the wrong end of an hour and a half journey into work on a Monday morning.

And so I've made a decision.

Is it to buy a new phone, in order to ensure that the battery-guzzling bastard that I currently own doesn't give up in the middle of the night, even when it was fully charged only the day before and barely used since then, and thus ensure that the alarm I oh-so-carefully set the night before didn't work in the morning?

Is it to change my working hours so that I can, from now on, start work at midday on a Monday? Actually, that would be a great idea - sad, therefore, that's it's also as likely to happen as a talking rabbit bouncing onto my desk in the next five seconds and offering to do all my work for me.

*waits*
Darn it. Where is that rabbit?

Is it never to spend another Sunday night away from home?

No.

It's to quit my job.

Ok, ok, I'm lying. I do have a mortgage, after all. But, I have decided to book next Monday off work. Haha!

So, who knows, next week the joyful utterance which tops this blog post might actually be mine...