What the Fuck Am I Doing Wednesday?

The armies at both sides of the Hundred Years War regularly turned the French countryside into a blood-soaked, plague-ridden horror show of desolation and death. Filled with rotting cattle and deserted villages populated only by the skeletons of the people who once lived there. Did they ever think about picking up the skeletons and maybe moving them? Why? Because you want to build a house or something. No, because all that's going to happen is next day, yeah, the French just pushed through next day, British. You're going to push through. And then if Thursday really isn't going to be a big deal, then Wednesday might as well be out the window either. What the