Friday evenings can be lacklustre, when you're a freelancer. But when you have a real job, they resume their status as 'most exciting evening of the week.'
Nigel Slater (apparently) has a tradition of opening a bottle of fizz when the working part of Friday is done, which I think is an excellent tradition.
So this Friday I shimmied home, and Herself drove me and the Hound to the seaside through the pouring rain. We had champagne, and amazing steak from the Ginger Pig, and salad from our own garden. And we sat and watched the weather and caught up. We always have our best chats on Friday nights, just us two. Then she had a Very Good Idea, the fruit of which can be seen here: http://castingaspersions.blogspot.com/2011/06/tinker-tailor.html very shortly...
And the weekend unfurled itself before me, as soft and welcoming as a kitten's tummy, and I felt very happy, and very lucky, and went to sleep.
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