TGIF

On Friday evenings I like to imagine all my friends list out on the town dancing their faces off in a club, or watching La Boheme or enjoying something fiddly on fine china served by a would be actor in tight pants while being poured dry martinis by Matt Bomer. Or something.

I, on the other hand, am eating choccy bikkies in front of the TV [it's annoyingly on but I'm ignoring it] and betaing something rather fine by an author called Lillian Francis while the dog drools into my crocs.

Are you having your ideal Friday night?