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My 90 year old neighbour decided to tell me a nursery rhyme on Easter Monday. The relevance of this I've still to discover, but it's nice anyway. You probably know it....
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child must work for a living,
But the child that's born on the Sabbath day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.
I was born on Good Friday. What day were you born on?