happy mondays

As I look out my window over the mighty Fitzroy towards the hills, I notice -well, it's pretty much inescapable - that it's wet, foggy, dismal and grey. Very unusual.

So I'm sipping at the puky instant coffee - pied a terre VVB is not an oasis of civilisation by my usual measure - and waiting the time to pass so I can go to collect Mrs VVB from the airport. And I run across the Guardian's regular (I think) contest for readers to send in song title around a theme.

This week the theme is optimistic songs, so for all of you reader who is interested in music, you'll find a treasure trove of suggestions, ranging from the obvious to the extremely obscure, especially as it's a pommy paper.

I guess Martin Seligman would approve: you can teach yourself happy, although we might park any conclusions until we see responses to next week's them.

So a wave of optimistic goodness washes over me while I gaze into the grey outside - it's gonna be a wonderful day.