Thursday's child has far to go

I remember wondering as a child, why was the daughter from the Addam's family called Wednesday? It seemed a harmless name, I mean, Pug, Fester - urgh. But of course if she was born on a Wednesday she'd be full of woe wouldn't she, which would figure. Do they have that rhyme over there, can any Americans tell me? Well, that was the random obscure thought for the day that just occurred to me, though I expect there'll be more to come. It's Thursday today (Tina - It'll be Friday tomorrow and then Saturday, ok?) and thank goodness for that. Not only do I have 4 days without work after today, cause for elation itself, but I'm about to embark on my most intense dressing in public experience to date, cause for epilation, indeed. It's a long way from here to London, but it's going to be worth it. Friday night I get to meet Emma, and we'll be going out for a meal and a few drinks, Saturday we'll be shopping, dressed again of course, a new experience for me, then a makeover at Pandora's, another new experience, then Transmission, yet another new experience. Well, I don't get out much, certainly not dressed anyway, but as you can see that is changing, and dramatically so this weekend. It'll be such a contrast to the quiet, sleepy town where I live, and such a feeling of freedom being out and about in the big city instead of locked indoors always trying to keep and eye and an ear out for unexpected visitors. Freedom - that's the big feeling I've had from being out previously. Does everyone get that? Or is it just because I've spent so long locked away, dressing in solitary confinement. I feel like a caged bird who is ready to fly, after a few hundred miles drive down the M6 and M1 of course.