Monday morning: the decompression chamber we must negotiate before stepping out into the murky, submarine world of the working week; the airlock through which we must pass before embarking on the weekend's spacewalk.
I do hope you're wearing your brass helmet and lead boots or zero-gravity spacesuit; that you're equipped with your spare oxygen tank and spear gun or laser pistol. God knows there are many ugly cephalopods and aliens out there.
