Top slogan, eh people? Up there, I venture, with ‘Less is more’. I was introduced to it today by a colleague who tells me it’s been adopted as the watchword of some organisation they are involved with. No, I can’t actually recall what but still a great slogan and well worth requisitioning for this weeks title. A veritable summing up of where we are now.

I was easing into the day at 0956 this morning when the telephone rang from a withheld number – always a cause for concern – and thinking it was the same publicity shy caller I had spoken to two minutes earlier about a birthday cake I foolishly answered it. (Never give in to a flattering comparison of yourself with Mary Berry. It is invariably a trap).

Too late to go into my standard routine – thick feigned foreign accent saying that Missy Kingston she gone China, six moths, no email – and before I knew it I had been bludgeoned into dashing off to do a little urgent hanging and flogging. In a legal sense, if you please, rather than the dominatrix scenario that leapt into your rather grubby mind. How very Trump of you and that is all I’m going to say on that subject except why, oh why, didn’t we all put millions on him to win? Apparently they predicted it on The Simpsons over ten years ago. Imagine the odds you could have got!

It was a day of shocks. Until 0956 I had been awake but like the quintessential English lady that I am, still abed whilst I read the Hatch and Dispatch in the Times, drank coffee, opened my post and completed the crossword. I had been toying with the idea of moving my pedicure forward so that I wouldn’t risk being late for my luncheon appointment,and of course I like to be back by three for my afternoon nap, when I was cruelly expected to rush off to some outer suburb for a dose of Real Life, something to which regular readers will know I have a particular aversion.

Imagine my surprise when relating my abandoned plans for the day, my co-workers revealed that none of them enjoy a siesta, remaining relentlessly awake for the entire day. The stamina of these people. Probably down to drugs, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m still reeling from having stayed up all night on Tuesday waiting for a surge of pro-Hilary sentiment that never materialised.

But chins up, readers and stride forward into an uncertain future. We shall adapt and overcome. It’s a comfort.