It’s a rare Friday when I come
Home from work to face a real weekends. No booked appointments, an easy week to follow, and the house to myself. It’s on these occasions when I dip into nostalgia, pretend I’m back in high school, it’s a half-day, and the parents won’t be home for a few hours, open a bottle of wine and dance around the room. Friday afternoons make me so much more giddy when I throw myself back to 16 and rule-breaking!