And this is what I learnt, growing up in the Woden Valley, lying on the floor in the living room, paging through the Big Red Dictionary on a Wednesday: the Norse gods, the æsir, never really went anyway. They never died. If nothing else, six out of our seven days of the week still honor their names. (The only one that doesn’t, Saturday, replaced the Viking day of washing, laugardagr, which we still remember today in the word “laundry.” There’s an old joke here about differing Anglo-Saxon and Viking attitudes towards cleanliness, which I’ll let you imagine for yourselves.)
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