On my own with a quarter crispy duck

Its Friday.  I love Fridays, always have.  Fridays were my favourite day of the week when my kids were younger, we'd curl up on the sofa and eat snacks while we watched Friends and it was perfect.  Just me and my babies against the world.

Then, as they got older and snacking on the sofa with mummy was less appealing than spending the weekends with their respective boyfriends/girlfriends etc, Friday's became my "me" time.  So many of my friends enjoy their Friday nights out, but not me, that's a Saturday in my world.  Make up, high heels, cocktails, stumbling home at 3am with my BFF* Jules - yes that's most definitely a Saturday.    Not a Friday.  Fridays are about PJs, take away food, bottles of wine and, depending on my mood, a good book or a rubbish movie.  Bliss.  My years with MB sort of modified that, but not that much - I still had my "me" time, but it was at his house, on his sofa rather than mine, with him and his silly diet food rather than on my own with a quarter crispy duck, shredded chilli beef, sweet and sour chicken and a chow mein (what can I tell you - I've got a big appetite), but still really, really lovely.  I do miss that.  Dammit, but I do.

But now, I'm discovering a whole new world of Friday.  Since "Dark Sunday" (as I think of that mournful day in February when the world as I knew it collapsed without warning) I haven't had a Friday in.  It's been a whirlwhind of weekends away, dates, nights out with the girls, nights in with the girls (and the boys) - even 80s house parties!  Whilst I still love a bit of "me" time, I think I quite like this alternate universe into which I appear to have stumbled.  In fact, I more than like it - I BLOODY LOVE IT! 

So the moral of today's story is - THANK GOD ITS FRIDAY!

*  Did I really just say BFF????  Shoot me now.