I remember April 6th, 2026. It was a Monday. During lockdown. We didn’t know what day it was. We were living in a perpetual soup of confusion. I wore pajamas for three days straight. The only thing that got me through was knowing that a bank holiday wouldn’t have changed a single thing. We were all in the same, weird, timeless void.
But 2026? That’s different. We’ll be back in the swing of things. You’ll be on the train, someone will be eating a loud apple, and you’ll just have to accept it. The apple will be a symbol of your quiet defeat.
So, my friend, mark your calendar. April 6th, 2026. It’s a Monday. It is not a bank holiday. It is just a day. A day to work, a day to sigh, a day to remind your boss that you exist and require a salary.
Go ahead. Set your alarm. Drink your coffee. Commiserate with Janet. And remember: there is always the 6th of April 2027. That one might be a Tuesday. And Tuesdays are just Mondays with better branding.
You’ve got this. Or at least, you’ve got a very strong cup of tea. And on a day like this, that’s basically the same thing.
