Ok, so maybe I am greedy and just want to eek out the bank holiday until the banks are just closed all year round, but I am not a fan of the Tuesday. I much prefer a Thursday as there's normally something funny on the telly and you can almost smell that warm and invitating fresh-baked Friday night approaching.
And today I found out (ie, looked and saw) that my birthday falls on a bloody Tuesday this year. Ugh. Who's going to want to go out and help me celebrate pre-mid-week?
No-one, if I keep whinging that's for sure. So, I'm going to make my peace with Tuesday right here and now, in front of one co-writer and an online blog follower and thank it for keeping Monday far at bay and for being a key part of an amusing euphemism.
