Gentlefolk of mid-Essex,
I have, confusingly, found myself arriving on the correct side of the North Sea today rather than as usual at the end of the week.
Despite my body clock telling me that means it must be Friday, and therefore time for a beer or three, I still have enough of my wits about me to know that it is still only Tuesday and therefore that would be a tad premature.
It does, however, mean that tomorrow is Wednesday, which I do believe is Mid-week.
Does anybody fancy throwing over this advance planning mularkey for a good old-fashioned lastminute.com Nocturnal trip to an ale-house hereabouts?