Well I now have that Friday feeling, not, lets get our best togs on and lets go out. No, calm down, lets not put our best togs on at all. My son and daughter in law are getting ready to go for a walk, leaving me to my own self serving devices. My plan is to make coffee, sit in the garden and then have an alfresco lunch, whilst listening to music and podcasts. I may stare blankly into the distance. Sing along to a few songs. My Friday feeling usually centres around doing what I want. Or, to be more precise, not doing things I cant he bothered with. not always possible on an ordinary Friday, but it is not an ordinary Friday, when I am off, its super fuckall horrible stuff Friday.
Wish me well. Fuckall is an artform..