The week-end is a meaningless term unless one is a) working during the week and b) having a partner to share your week-end with. Yet, somehow, Friday has a special feeling to it.
Friend W and I always go out for lunch on Fridays and today friend M joined us. For a change we went up to the bar at our local Golf Club. The chef, Thierry, is French and it shows in his lovely cooking. W had salmon gougons with salad and chips, M had scampi with similar trimmings and I had what I always have, which was a taster platter.
This is deep fried Camembert, deep friend salmon and chicken, deep fried mushrooms, chips and a salad. It is now tea time but I could no more eat tea than fly to the moon. I am replete.
I have taken Tess round the block on a utility walk (today is her PetPals day so she has had a long walk) and have now turned the central heating up a notch - it is very cold and windy here - and shall settle down and watch the six o'clock news. Bet the headline is Brexit!***
***Wrong!! But one of the headlines was about our friends in the deep South of the US and the terrifying Hurricane Florence which is sweeping through (and intending to stay put for a day or two I understand). My heart goes out to all those who are in such a terrifying situation.