It’s Teesday Tuese!
Or…something. From ShouldBeReading.
The sermon was still going on, and Hornblower feared that when it was finished there would be some more singing, more of those high-pitched noises from the surpliced choir boys which would distress him painfully again, more painfully than the sermon or the oaken stall. This was the price he had to pay for having a ribbon and star to wear, for being a Knight of the Most Honorable Order of the Bath; as he was known to be on sick-leave in England — and fully convalescent — he could not possibly evade attendance at this, the most important ceremonial of the Order.
C.S. Forester, Lord Hornblower. (p. 3-4) Poor Hornblower is tone-deaf.