According to a new government survey, the happiest people in the land are those who are married, currently employed and own their own home. (The other 59,872,401 aren’t feeling too bright.)
Curiously, the happiest folk of all are teenagers (who don’t generally fall into any of the above categories), and those above retirement age, who, though they often fall into at least two, are also the most likely to be robbed, physically attacked or otherwise abused by the government of the day, if not the rest of us. (Some say it’s their own fault for keeping all their money under the bed and answering the door to strangers; but that’s no reason for the state to have a go, too.)
People who live in the Shetlands are the merriest of all – so we must assume that the islands are packed to the gills with married, hard-working, home-owning teenagers and their ancient, well-paid retainers.
Apparently, the most miserable folk in the UK live in Blackpool. I don’t know what to make of that and, even if I did, I’d keep it to myself for fear of making them any unhappier.
Of course, we’re all miserable these days, what with the world in financial freefall, the longest day of summer having passed, and the news that David Beckham is on his way back from America to oversee the London Olympics.
In the meantime, startling news just in – accompanied by the usual photo:
I was indeed thinking of calling it a day, and had even made plans to take Mrs C for a stroll in the park. Then the following message arrived – from one of my many followers around the globe – and I knew I was just being selfish:
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Well – what can you do?
Thought for Today
‘They say money can’t make you happy. But if you’re a woman, it can buy you a lot of shoes, and they’ll do the job instead.’
Joan of Arc (c1412-1431)