I've always said you're the absolute WORST. You're so much worse than Monday- you're like having to do Monday all over again.
After yesterday's combination of The Huge Chin Spot Of Doom, bending back my thumbnail like it was a limbo champion, and smashing a mug at work- covering my hand in scalding water in the process - I thought you HAD to be better than Monday this time....
You started out so well. I began the day with a smile (despite the rain) because Tom bought me a Danish for the train journey to work. A trainish, if you will.
Then, you introduced The Pigeon.
I can recall some pretty awful Mondays in my life, and some totally horrendous Tuesdays. And then there are days when a pigeon shits on your face.
I DEFINITELY don't like you, Tuesday.