Most people, it would seem, don't like Mondays. Me too. But is it really the worst part of the week?

The worst bit of Monday is not the arriving at the office, or the commute in but is much more the moment you wake up and realise that you have to go to work today. In fact, excepting extenuating exceptions it's generally the worst part of any weekday.

But which one is the worst? Your mind might instantly leap to Monday morning, but in some ways Friday is pretty bad. You're tired you want the weekend but it's not yet. But at least you can say, "Just one more day."

Which leads me to Thursday. Thursday is certainly the worst morning for me. It's horrid and the week seems to have no end in sight. Monday is tough, Tuesday okay, Wednesday you can remind yourself the week is half over, on Friday you have the weekend, but on Thursday you have nothing.

But, I put it to you, that even Thursday morning isn't the worst part of the workers week. It's Sunday. Sunday night. You're having a wonderful weekend open a nice bottle of something for dinner but already you're thinking, "well I'll only have a few glasses it is a school night". And so the countdown to work begins. It's most upsetting.