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Thursday, all is forgiven. You have redeemed yourself: we are friends for life! A rose by any other name would smell as sweet... For some reason, unbeknown to myself, Thursdays HAD become my ‘annus horribilis’ (okay, not my ‘annus horribilis’, my ‘horribilis’ day; but, I failed languages at school so the Latin (not that I studied Latin) for ‘horrible day’ escapes me. Plus, I’m having fun imagining myself speaking like the Queen.) Anyway, I digress. Thursdays of late have, undoubtedly, deserved the ole one fingered salute! I woke up this morning seriously thinking: “Thursday? Nope, I’ll pass, ta. I’ll give it a swerve - (envisage me in a high vis jacket marshalling Friday in: parking that baby unceremoniously in Thursday’s spot!) bring on Friend-day. I don’t have the energy for Thursday’s shenanigans.” I closed my eyes, clicked the heels of my Ruby slippers together three times and said: “There’s no day like Friday. There’s no day like Friday. There’s...