Mondays are usually such busy days aren't they?
The first day back at work , all systems a gogo from the moment the alarm shrills, there's a sense of urgency, and even excitement, and a sense of "What will happen this week?"
But today is a Bank Holiday here in England , an official day off and the last one until Christmas. I adore bank holiday Mondays ...they are days which seem to give you carte blanche to do exactly what you will, whether it be going out , meeting up with friends or just slobbing about the house, reading, listening to music or having a doze on the sofa. Today I'm off to the allotment to pick apples and Victoria plums and perhaps if I feel the urge, do some weeding.
So a lovely day, but even though I love my job, Fridays are my favourite days. For many, they mark the end of the working week, the beginning of the weekend and freedom for a couple of days.
For years I've worked on a Friday. They've always been a complete rush, as it's a busy day in a newsroom. You're making packages and features, and orb booking guests for the Monday breakfast programme. Often stories fall down at the last minute, and you have to pull something out of the bag,chase a fresh angle or a different story, and you can't leave until everything is done.
This always seemed to happen when it was a Friday fizz night with friends which happens once or twice a month. I was always the last to arrive. A bottle and a half of prosecco would have been polished off , some nibbles and canapés already eaten and lots of gossip already done, dusted and dissected before I'd got a foot through the door.
That's all different now though as I now get Fridays off....and I am bloody well loving it. Arriving on time for Fizz Night, food shopping all done leisurely instead of battling the hordes at Waitrose on a Saturday, and time to walk the dogs, see friends, go to the allotment or read.
On one Friday each month a group of friends all meet for lunch to critique each others work and have lunch. This month , four of us drove off to Grantchester for work news, chat, and a chance to see one of our latest books hot off the press - Pippa Goodhart's The Great Sea Dragon Discovery . Brilliant book , and stunning cover ....
Last Thursday night, my darling daughter, her husband and dog all arrived, so Friday was a heady mix of shopping, wine tasting and lunch, and that was all before 2.30pm.
An hour or so later though the dogs made it quite clear (there were four at home) decided that they wanted another walk, so my son in law and I nipped off in the car to the canal a couple of miles away.
A quiet part of the canal where we could have a gentle stroll. There was no one around, only the cows to our left through the hedge who were on their way to afternoon milking.....
I love this part of the Grand Union Canal....
It may be only twenty two miles away from Leicester where I work, but it's a whole world away from there in terms of noise, bustle and the start of the Friday leave work early traffic.
We didn't see anyone else apart from a couple who waved as they passed us by...
Birdsong, the gentle mooing of the cows, chatting with Harry and watching the dogs all enjoying their walk ...what a lovely way of recharging my batteries on a Friday afternoon.
Simple pleasures make me smile...
Then it was time to load the dogs back into the car, and driving home, up the lane
with a goodbye from this lot...
to begin cooking supper for eight of us and trying out the new wines we tasted earlier.
Relaxing around the table until it was dark...and still the chatter continued by candlelight. Bliss....
Each Friday is different, and quite a few Fridays this Autumn are going to spent writing, but it's a delicious feeling knowing that Friday means fun, freedom, fizz and friends.
Here's to Fridays which for me are the best day of the week, whatever I do.....
The first day back at work , all systems a gogo from the moment the alarm shrills, there's a sense of urgency, and even excitement, and a sense of "What will happen this week?"
But today is a Bank Holiday here in England , an official day off and the last one until Christmas. I adore bank holiday Mondays ...they are days which seem to give you carte blanche to do exactly what you will, whether it be going out , meeting up with friends or just slobbing about the house, reading, listening to music or having a doze on the sofa. Today I'm off to the allotment to pick apples and Victoria plums and perhaps if I feel the urge, do some weeding.
So a lovely day, but even though I love my job, Fridays are my favourite days. For many, they mark the end of the working week, the beginning of the weekend and freedom for a couple of days.
For years I've worked on a Friday. They've always been a complete rush, as it's a busy day in a newsroom. You're making packages and features, and orb booking guests for the Monday breakfast programme. Often stories fall down at the last minute, and you have to pull something out of the bag,chase a fresh angle or a different story, and you can't leave until everything is done.
This always seemed to happen when it was a Friday fizz night with friends which happens once or twice a month. I was always the last to arrive. A bottle and a half of prosecco would have been polished off , some nibbles and canapés already eaten and lots of gossip already done, dusted and dissected before I'd got a foot through the door.
That's all different now though as I now get Fridays off....and I am bloody well loving it. Arriving on time for Fizz Night, food shopping all done leisurely instead of battling the hordes at Waitrose on a Saturday, and time to walk the dogs, see friends, go to the allotment or read.
On one Friday each month a group of friends all meet for lunch to critique each others work and have lunch. This month , four of us drove off to Grantchester for work news, chat, and a chance to see one of our latest books hot off the press - Pippa Goodhart's The Great Sea Dragon Discovery . Brilliant book , and stunning cover ....
Last Thursday night, my darling daughter, her husband and dog all arrived, so Friday was a heady mix of shopping, wine tasting and lunch, and that was all before 2.30pm.
An hour or so later though the dogs made it quite clear (there were four at home) decided that they wanted another walk, so my son in law and I nipped off in the car to the canal a couple of miles away.
A quiet part of the canal where we could have a gentle stroll. There was no one around, only the cows to our left through the hedge who were on their way to afternoon milking.....
I love this part of the Grand Union Canal....
It may be only twenty two miles away from Leicester where I work, but it's a whole world away from there in terms of noise, bustle and the start of the Friday leave work early traffic.
We didn't see anyone else apart from a couple who waved as they passed us by...
Birdsong, the gentle mooing of the cows, chatting with Harry and watching the dogs all enjoying their walk ...what a lovely way of recharging my batteries on a Friday afternoon.
Simple pleasures make me smile...
Then it was time to load the dogs back into the car, and driving home, up the lane
with a goodbye from this lot...
to begin cooking supper for eight of us and trying out the new wines we tasted earlier.
Relaxing around the table until it was dark...and still the chatter continued by candlelight. Bliss....
Each Friday is different, and quite a few Fridays this Autumn are going to spent writing, but it's a delicious feeling knowing that Friday means fun, freedom, fizz and friends.
Here's to Fridays which for me are the best day of the week, whatever I do.....
Thank you Regine!
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