(days of weeks)
I had to work Sunday, so it felt like…a work day.
I was on holiday on Monday, but it was an early rise and a lengthy drive. Still with no deadlines, no particular strictures, and a lesiurely goal, it felt like…a Saturday.
The following day we wake up in Broughty Ferry where it is still, silent and expectedly bright and clear. Much of the day is occupied with a promenade on the promenade, along the “silvery Tay”. This could only be a Sunday.
We head home by way of Edinburgh, collect a friend, and return to Kilmarnock to unpack at the end of a “weekend”. It has to be a Sunday.
Day 4 is spent with company, and preparing for the arrival of several friends on the morrow, that makes it a Friday.
On Friday (I hope you’ve been keeping track?), an assembly of gamers arrive and the day is completely filled with competition and recreation. We do take a little time out to ask after each others lives wives and children, so that we may report some socialisng to our better halves. However this is completely a Saturday.
Due to scheduling issues, not everyone could be there yesterday, whenever yesterday was, so, quite remarkably, we have a second Saturday with a change of opponents. By complete chance it might actually be a Saturday.
Last holiday day and I must taxi back to Edinburgh, this turns out to be an easy journey there, but a lengthy struggle with traffic for the entire return. I get home exhausted as I’d be after working a shift. Probably a Thursday night.
Today I went back to work – It was a MONDAY.
Some things never change.
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