Tuesday, I once said in one of those surveys that bounce around the net, is my favourite day. Week ends tend to be times to look forward to, but there is always a danger of being involved in more than my usual minimal share of housework. The sheets on our bed get changed, the vacuum might be buzzing away and, although I get to sleep a whole lot more, (during the days), on a comfortable bed, I end up more exhausted on Monday morning than on Friday evening. So by Tuesday, the week is still fresh and I am as fit for anything as I will ever be. Also the name of the day sounds nice. Shrove Tuesday, Tuesday Weld, day of "tue", as in the French familiar for "you".