here it is. Friday again. Another week over, another weekend about to begin. For me there is something about Fridays and Friday nights in particular that remind me of Christmas Eve. In many ways the anticipation is better than the reality and so I find that Friday gives me the promise of a weekend to look forward to. Work is finished and heartfelt sighs can be had as I settle into my favourite chair. Doritos and cider will be my chosen companions tonight (I’m all class)
This weekend sees me out and about in the Black Mountains with an overnighter planned. I have sorted my kit out, got the pass and perused my route. Even if it goes pear shaped, I have that warm fuzzy feeling inside of anticipation and a weekend to look forward to.
Fridays. Dont you just love them?