Blue Monday - I don't think so

According to the radio today, and probably all the news reports, today is Blue Monday. We are all fed up, and depressed, and it's the saddest day of the year.

Erm. Here's how my blue day panned out.

I was up with the larks. Yes, the birds were singing this morning at 7.00 am. They obviously didn't realise it was Blue Monday.

I've just started a new part-time job, and today I was booked onto an epilepsy course. To get there, I had to travel from Kirkintilloch to Govan to the amazing Epilepsy Centre.

By the time I set off, Mr M had thawed my car and scraped all the ice from the windscreen (so he tells me). Maybe his hands were blue doing this?

Anyone who lives near Glasgow will know that the M8 is an absolute nightmare at the moment with the roadworks. But not even the nose-to-tail traffic could spoil my drive this morning. The sky was blue; the sun shining and oh, my, the views over to Ben Lomond were stunning, with the mountain tops covered in snow.

Memory after memory filled my mind of the adventures I've had in the Scottish Mountains, with and without Beatrix and Mr M. I was trying hard to feel blue, but I couldn't quite manage it. I smiled at the times Beatrix used her body as a sledge on Ben Ledi or the time she ran around with a sheep's leg in her mouth as I tried to fasten my crampons over my boots (the leg was already detached from the dead sheep).

Mr Google ensured I arrived at the training venue with plenty of time to spare for a hot cup of tea and a biscuit before the start of the course.

After what was an excellent course, with a great deal of information shared and knowledge gained, I left Govan holding my certificate and set off for the drive home.

I was still trying very hard to be blue (because the radio continued to tell me I was), but I was smiling because there was still plenty of daylight, so spring must be around the corner.

Stop it, Debra, I told myself. You have to be blue. It's blue Monday.

Opening the back door at home, I was met with the delicious smell of stew cooking in the slow cooker, and Mr M giving me a cheeky kiss. 

A very blue day indeed.

Tonight I'm editing more of Beatrix's book, but I have Cadbury's Dairy Milk to keep me company.

The chapter I'm looking at involves Beatrix talking about her dog walker, Tricia, from Campsie K9, which still has a picture of Beatrix on its cover photo. I giggled to myself, remembering at the time Beatrix had to apologise to Tricia because she refused to come out of the water (Beatrix, not Tricia). I looked at Tricia's Facebook page and all the fantastic pictures she shares every day of her buddies made me smile once more. 

And there it is. I'm very sorry to everyone on the radio who told me I should be blue today, but I have been far from blue.

How has your day been? 

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