FRIDAYS…

Best day of the week…

Friday-275wWhen I started working at home about thirty years ago I imagined that the ‘weekend feeling’ would be a thing of the past – since I was at home anyway. Not so. I still look forward to the weekend, although it is a mix of Tesco (thinks… there’s a blog subject) driving the boys around, and generally helping out in my inimitable way.

But then I realised – Saturday is too late! It’s Friday that matters, and the weekend has begun to fade slightly by Saturday. And Sunday? Huh…

But Fridays! Ahhh Fridays! prospects of a gentle winding down. Nobody grumbles if you finish a bit early. Especially if a cool glass of Sauvignon beckons, followed by maybe a visit to the local Indian (restaurant, not a bloke…) or the Dinner Man as my little son rather patronisingly calls it. Home for EastEnders, if that hasn’t ruined the idyll, and if I’m very very lucky, Have I got News For You – ideally with Brian Blessed or someone equally daft in the chair.

And tomorrow morning? Lazing around in bed, with no one shouting about school buses and missing gym kit, and just the prospect of the full English.

Ok, I’m cooking it – but nothing’s perfect.

Bottle bank time, when if we meet someone we know we pretend it has taken a month to collect this lot, or we say gay (in the old sense of the word) witticisms about ‘ This was just last night’s!’

Monday seems ages away, and we may even be facing the prospect of dinner out with friends (are you going to wear that?) ( does my bum look big in this? Why wouldn’t it?) and chatting up the in laws for babysitting reasons. Bless ‘em, best ever.

Anyway, I digress. No change there. Friday has a warm jolly feeling, and today the sun is shining, I had an alfresco lunch with my beloved, and I’m whiling away the hours before the fun begins. Well the weekend anyway…

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