Not usually a daily-thread creator, but I’m on the way home from work with some train beers and sitting in the best seat on the train (the standalone one with a table where no-one can sit next to you), so it certainly feels like Friday evening to me.
Seems that all the washing and other tidying I’ve done this week bit by bit to make it less of a big tidying job for the weekend has actually led to my flat being messier than ever somehow. Life is a con.
Have had a headache all day, pretty sure a long night of chores will sort that out, right?
We’re all quite glad it’s Friday for a number of reasons: The Child is watching Jojo Siwah on the big TV; I’m on strike for less of next week than I thought; Wor Lass has her parents visiting and gets to spend her other weekend perfecting a crochet pattern for hotdog baby booties.
She made a huge pile of carbs with salad for tea. It was nice but I’m not playing football tonight so didn’t really need the slow release energies.
I’m not on a train and I’m not drinking beers until next week but I could fancy a grown up soft drink tonight. Might have a tonic and lime.