I woke up this morning, thinking with mild panic, that I'd chosen completely the wrong quotation for the flyer (and other assorted publicity materials).

I've gone with my favourite Cleo quote.

But dancing in my head was Antony's contribution to the discussion:

I must from this enchanting queen break off:
Ten thousand harms, more than the ills I know,
My idleness doth hatch.

Far more prescient.

I felt slightly sick at the oversight.

And then got on with the day in hand.

With one and a half weeks (twelve days) to go, Antony looked at me as if I 'twere insane when I offered this up.

"I don't think it matters."

Quite.