Monday on a Tuesday, that’s what.
I always come off a bank holiday Monday feeling like I’ve had two Sundays in a row, and then play catch up when I realise there was stuff I needed to do on that second Sunday (which should have been a Monday) that I now have to do today, a Tuesday, while still thinking it’s Monday. But when asked what day it is at breakfast, stare blankly at the opposite wall and mumble, “Wednesday?” in a confused state.
A senior moment? Maybe. But then again, the blurring of days since covid took over our lives has made every day feel out of sorts. So is it a wonder having a bank holiday throws the ‘new‘ routine out the window adding yet another wrinkle to the debate, ‘what day is it?’
But really, what day is it?