Some weeks, due to my rather erratic and hectic work schedule, I am worn to within a fraction of my available memory storage. In the past this has manifested as a Tuesday Thursday confusion, whereby I often turn up for a Thursday appointment at the right time but on a Tuesday. In this particular week the confusion had shifted to a Saturday Sunday frame. I am thus at Duke of York's Square waiting for the friend who I thought I was meeting at a chocolate fair at Olympia, when I called in a frantic panic to say the tube was closed and I was going to be very late there was a brief pause before she replied "but we aren't meeting until tomorrow".
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