A song that I was going to call 'Cummings and Goings', but that might be too pointed, so I'll just call it 21st Century Broadside Ballad.

'Twas on a Monday morning, when I beheld my darling,
She really looked alarming and she had a high degree.
She looked so pale and weary, so I thought I'd best say cheerio.
Dashing along the motorway to drive my cares away.


'Twas on a Tuesday morning, when I beheld my darling,
She looked a little better so I thought I would go home.
She still looked pale and weary-o, but nothing like as bleary-o.
Dashing along the motorway to drive my cares away.


'Twas on a Wednesday morning, I felt an idea forming,
We'd go and see the family, it's just a little trip.
We'd go and have a heart to heart, albeit from six feet apart.
Dashing along the motorway to drive my cares away.


'Twas on a Thursday morning, just as the day was dawning,
The papers brought a warning that all was not OK.
They said I should have stayed at home, and left my family alone.
Dashing along the motorway to drive my cares away.


'Twas on a Friday morning I spoke unto my darling
And said we should be going home if I could see to drive.
I thought a local trip was best to see if I would pass the test.
Dashing along the 688 to drive my cares away.


'Twas on a Saturday evening, as through the traffic weaving,
I thought we'd make it home for tea if we could just press on.
But journalists were everywhere, it really wasn't very fair.
Crawling along the London streets to drive my cares away.


'Twas on a Sunday morning I went into the garden
And told them why I'd done it but they really weren't impressed.
And so I left them to it, for I certainly don't rue it.
Helping to run the government just drives my cares away.

                                                (Tune: Dashing away with the smoothing iron)

Hopefully the relevance has not entirely passed.