I was born on a Wednesday. ‘Wednesday’s child is full of woe.’ I’ve lived for 2986 Wednesdays and can count on one hand the number of them that have been woeful. I have been blessed – a good man, two amazing children, the best two grandsons in the world. I’ve worked hard and earned enough to be comfortable in a job I truly enjoyed until the last few years. I’ve hopefully escaped the curse of breast cancer that took my mother in her early 50s. I plan to see many Wednesdays as I grow old disgracefully, but if not, I can’t complain.