July 26. Day 207. Thank God It's Friday

Even when my weekend was a Wednesday and Thursday and even though I will doubtless spend most of this weekend working in one form or another, there's still something special about Friday night.
Reach beer o'clock on a Friday afternoon and you can almost hear the city take in a big, deep collective breath - and I don't even drink beer.
This week will not go down as one of my favourite so was happy to declare it Poet's Day (P*ss Off Early Tomorrow's Saturday in case you are uninitiated).
So off to the dog park with Rumple where I just sat and watched the sun go down over Mount Cooth-tha.
So avagooweekend. I intend to. Cheers