Phoebe is not happy. She is tired and fed up with GCSE pressure at school (she takes them next year, but it's never too early to start the anxiety, it seems).
Tom is happy. He is also tired because he working twelve-hour days at the Hampton Court Flower Show to earn money for a holiday with friends next week. (He hasn't seen a single flower, but he has seen a lot of pints as he is doing bar work.)
Alice is very happy. She is extremely tired because she is having a holiday (funded by a Saturday job in Boots) in Portugal with friends, and is getting in after nights out at a time I now associate with getting up.
Simon is pretty much always happy, especially when the Tour de France is on TV. He tired as he hardly been at home for the past fortnight, and is mostly to be found pretending to be awake and listening to the droning commentary.
I am happy because a very exciting new project has just been agreed this week, I am going to Bristol tomorrow for a special event, and am off for a few days at the end of next week. Then I will be really tired.
Despite Phoebe's tiredness, she made the cake for a friend's birthday last night. She was very weary and couldn't think of a clever decorating idea, so I said she should just call it a 'jewel cake' and go to bed early. Which she did.