When is a Wednesday not a Wednesday?

When it's a Thursday.

I took a long weekend to come down home and help with the final clearance of Grannie's bungalow.  Early start and a hard day of working, boxes for charity, recycling, keeping and auction.  There was furniture to be moved over to my parents, not an easy task but we succeeded and apart from the wardrobe, it all fitted exactly as hoped.  The Parents rearranged their usual Wednesday evening social with my aunt and uncle so that I could join them.  It was a welcome break from packing things up.