noon
But it seems a long time back to last Thursday . So many , many things have happened since then . Friday morning broke very hot , and without a breath of wind . By noon it was stifling . By mid-afternoon I felt strangely tired , and even more strangely depressed . I even attempted to shake myself together , arguing that my condition was purely mental , for I had remembered that it was unmistakably Friday , a day of ill-omen to the superstitious . I was surprised , between four and five , to see Whinstane Sandy come in from his work and busy himself about the stables .