Thursday, 15 March 2018

The Wrong Day Of The Week.

A long time ago around about the middle of the last century to be inexact I was born. I know this to be true because by coincidence it also happened to be my Birthday. My mother was also there at the time and later in my life she was able to verify that this was indeed the case by sending cards every year wishing me a happy Birthday. Not always on a Wednesday though which was a bit odd because she did tell me I was born on a Wednesday. In fact, over the many years since that auspicious day I have received Birthday cards on every other day of the week.

A rather savage character assassination recently by people who do not actually know me but believe everything they read has brought on a bout of introspection. Wednesdays child it turns out is full of woe. Well, yes, I may on occasion be a bit woeful, but I have never considered myself full of it. Grumpy sometimes when I am overtired this is true. But mostly I think I am a happy, well-balanced individual who enjoys life.
Me being a grumpy old man.


I am oversensitive though. I recognise this in myself. I do tend to get upset by personal criticism. Luckily though I don’t tend to receive a lot of that. Though when I do I will react to it immediately. Negativity is something I try to avoid also. Negativity rears its head and I am out of there!

As you may have guessed, this little blogpost is just me writing the hurt out of myself. I know I am by no means perfect, but I have spoken to a few people today who know me well and they have made me feel good again. There is not much wrong with my character.

Full of woe? Not me. I looked up the childhood poem and what day of the week I was born on too. Mum was wrong. I was born on a Tuesday. See what Tuesday’s child is. That's me, that is.


Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.








8 comments:

  1. Ha ha. I've got you beat. I am a child born on Sunday.

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    1. I would have guessed you were a Sunday girl Emma.

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  2. One thing about you, John, is that you write such entertaining posts. I was and probably still am a Wednesday's Child even though I'm well on the way to being called elderly. I don't think I ever succumbed to being woeful. Have a nice day!

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    1. Thank you Valerie and thanks for sticking with me and my blog. I never think of you as woeful or elderly. :)

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  3. Sorry if it’s naughty but I bet you’re glad you aren’t a Sunday’s child. I have been feeling like a wednesdays child for a few weeks now and I know I should shake myself and say stop it. I’m finding that a bit hard, but your blogs do cheer me up. Sorry tha adventure didn’t work out but hopefully the bigger van will and we can look forward to some really exciting adventures. Are you still getting a donkey?

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    1. Not sure about the donkey Sheila. Almost acquired a Billy goat recently but commonsense prevailed. I hope you are a bit happier today.
      :)

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  4. I'm Saturday and it seems to fit.

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