Today is a National Holiday in Spain and there's another holiday on Friday. Lots of Spanish workers take the days between as holidays too; it's described as a bridge or puente. Maggie is taking advantage of the puente to pop over to the UK to see her sisters and attend to some family business.
Just after I'd dropped Maggie at the airport my sister phoned me on my mobile. Was I OK to talk, was I at work? I told her I was on my way to the pictures. It never struck me to explain why I wasn't at work. After all in the place where I live everyone knew it was a holiday today.
I suppose in the UK it's just a dreary Wednesday.