Typical, isn't it?
The way you step out of the house first thing in the morning and there you see what seems like several hundred people including local council employees such as bin-men and road-sweepers along with meter readers, water company employees, doctors and nurses from the NHS and rank upon rank of people employed in several other various public service occupations. Usually you normally only see them engaged in their jobs, or out on strike.
However, this morning they seem to be performing an elaborate dance routine that takes up the whole width of your road with some of them even spilling out across the adjacent gardens.
So, you presume, it must be Wednesday then.
Of course, what the choreographers and other such organisers of these events never seem to take account of is the fact that some people – such as yourself – have an urgent need to get to the newsagent, which entails worming your way through the terpsichorean maelstrom in order to purchase your morning newspaper.
Once, just once, you think as you decline the offer of a dance partnering yet another nurse, it would be nice if people could just go about their daily routines without making such a song and dance out if it.
Still, though, when you eventually do get to the newsagent, you have to admit it was rather a catchy tune.