Apparently today is the most depressing day of the year. That's excellent as tomorrow is going to be even better. Until then, distract yourself with all the competitions Gayle has found.
In case it's not on her list (there are so many I've not got through them all yet) here's a poetry contest with a £25 prize.
Did all those opportunites cheer you up? I hope so, but even if they didn't get some entries in. A call or email saying 'congratulations you've won, your prize is on the way' will surely do the trick.
If all not, I shall be forced to send in The Sphere!
You can try guessing what the uniform represents, unless you used to work with me. (In that case you can just laugh at the fact The Spere's shoulders slope so much I needed tape to keep the epaulettes on)