Growing up, everything seemed stable, such as 24 hours in a day, 7 days in a week, Saturday-Sunday weekends, the fact that there would only be 4 TV channels and Marathon Bars would always be called Marathon Bars. We looked forward to Fridays to run like a rioting rabble out of school. Saturday (at least for me) was for Football Focus followed by a game if Ipswich were at home, a Sunday morning game for Bramford United followed by a day of rest, roast dinner and latterly with the advent of Sky more footy.
Our world was turned upside down when we lived in Oman where the weekend is Thursday-Friday. This always left us uncomfortable - how do you deal with looking forward to Wednesday afternoon?!?!!!? Roast Beef and Yorkshire puds on a Friday?!? - this was messing with the forces of nature.
Now our internal clocks are being screwed up again, its a longer wavelength jet-lag. Egyptian weekend is Friday-Saturday, which means we look forward to Thursday afternoon (in Cairo’s case to drive rabble-like from work). However, a full day of footy in its rightful place is somehow comforting. Confusion rains at work though as when a meeting is set-up for Tuesday I have to use all my neural powers to think whether that is the second, third or forth day of the working week. My brain aches.....
Roll on Thursday afternoon is what I say....
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