I was born on this day. It was a Monday that year. Monday, the least liked day of the week. Monday, the start of a week cluttered with papers and exams for students, hangovers for party-goers, and the end of pure relaxation for those who work the usual 9-5 (or any other interval of time) Monday to Friday.

I’m venturing further into my second decade of life now and sometimes, I like to think that, when my mother was having me removed from her body, that Monday became one of the happiest Mondays she has ever experienced.