I just remembered this story as I was correcting my spelling of Saturday. I've never been the best speller, I was always in the catch up classes at primary school. I always found it difficult to spell the names of the days I wasn't at school and the months when I was on holiday. 'Saturday' and 'August' particularly as I never really had need of writing them regularly while at school. By now in my 30th year I have mastered how to spell 'August' and 'July' and 'Sunday' (although that was always a fairly easy one) but I was never sure whether it was 'Saterday' or 'Saturday' until my brother told me, "just remember there is a turd in Saturday." Simple! Very brotherly.
