Friday 21 March 2008: The Longing Good Friday
Not so long ago, Fridays were filled with anticipation of the night to come. You rarely knew exactly what was going to go down, but it always involved staying up until the small hours, hanging out with friends, in clubs, pubs and shared flats. Dancing, talking, smoking, drinking. Monday morning was a million miles away.
It's 10.21pm as I type. I've had a nice hot bath, slipped into my PJs and made Layla a delicious cup of hot chocolate (fairtrade organic).
I think it's time to order that shed.
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