The way I walked up to the counter must have told the bookseller, yep, it's Monday, and here's yet another guy who's decided to change his life over the weekend. Probably happens every Monday morning, someone purposefully walking into the Waterstones by Blackfriars Bridge and looking for a book on career breaks. I'm a sucker for tradition and I can't let myself not follow this one; I've also been bedevilled by nameless, low-level gloom for weeks, the other reason, the reason, behind me buying "Gap years for grown-ups". My nameless low-level gloom now has a name - work. I hate it. And I reckon a break is what I need.