Many of us have a three day weekend to look forward to. A day off from work for adults is very much like Christmas day for children. I can remember waiting in an almost anticipatory agony for Christmas day. Likewise an extra day off from work feels very much the same way. And when that extra day off also happens to be a Monday...well magic happens. The magic begins to unfold late afternoon on Sunday. Normally, there's a prickly accompaniment to our Sunday afternoons going into evening. This being the knowledge that there's a Monday morning hurtling toward us. Not this weekend. O no. This weekend Monday has been neutered. And really, there's nothing quite so nice as a long Sunday evening basking in the knowledge that Monday is also a day of rest.