Friday Afternoon Blues

I don't get Fridays. You wait all week for them to come along and then when they do, not only do they take ages to get going (mainly due to having to attend this thing called 'work') but round about now they just feel like the ultimate twilight zone. You're neither here nor there. Stuck in a limbo of unconcentration and impending joy.

Steph. Stephie, Stephmeister. It's been a long time since anyone blogged. Not sure why really. Maybe the novelty wore off.... but I'm here. Back with avengence to weave amusing yarns and delight with my wit and charisma. But lets start small, lets start with what I am doing this weekend....

Well tonight I am having a pampering session. All the usual culprits, leg shaving, facepacks, strange smelling foamy things. This is in preparation for tomorrow which is....DERBY DAY! Yay. That wonderful day of winning and losing (if we are going one on one off then I'm on my winning year), sun and rain (most likely both but the latter will undoubtedly prevail) and pimms and ice (together as always). If there is a horse called Steph or anything remotely related to your being or activities then I shall be the first at the bookies to place my £2 each way.

Then on Sunday Janine and her boys are coming up to London for the day. We'll probably go to the Natural History Museum and then a picnic in the park. Don't they have boats there too (lightbulb moment!).

That's the extent of my plans really. Fairly exciting on a scale of mundane to jubilant.

But now I must go for I hear the weekend beckoning to me from the hills (via a rather dark, rather sweaty tunnel underground).

Goodbye Steph. See you on the other side (of the weekend).