Humpday.
Hi,
Midweek already….or as my Canadian friend always says….it’s Humpday.
That means the mid-part of the week, then you get over the hump and on to the weekend.
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As an English person I at first assumed that it could be sexual ….ie. humping….but I was wrong.
Not that having a special day of the week for extra sex is a bad thing because it might get people through the week in a much happier frame of mind.
The only problem would arise if it was also a day where it was permissible to do so publicly, because then we would be tripping over pairs of busy people all over the place, or having to divert around public group orgies.
Probably not much different from any of our UK town centres on a Friday night.
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Perhaps in the UK we should change a Friday to Humpday just to be different.
Then, perhaps we could all be eccentric and keep camels as pets and take them out for long walks on a Friday in our urban deserts.
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Or perhaps on Fridays we should all be made to listen to Englebert Humperdink’s songs for an hour at 10am in the morning.
What do you think!
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Obviously I must be high today because I had two Warburton’s Potato Pancakes this morning as a special treat.
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It is sad but I really miss having bread all the time, being wheat intolerant certainly makes like a lot less toasty and satisfactory.
I just have to try and be naughty on a day where I do not plan to get out and about because looking about five months pregnant while wearing my ordinary clothes is not a cool look.
If that ever happens to me when I am ready to board a plane they will take one look at me and I will be taken to one side for a full search because they will assume that I am a particulalrly inept old smuggler.
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So, you can be sure that I am not flying anywhere exciting today, more’s the pity!
Have a top flight day yourself,
J,x.
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