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Friday 3 November 2006
Friday 6pm

Friday at 6pm, if I have nothing planned for the night, I'm at my most relaxed.

It's the happiest time of the whole week - the longest point from work, and at least 2 full days to do whatever the heck I need or want to do.

On Friday at 6pm, I've logged off the computer already (hopefully), I've changed into my trackies and I've already got dinner going. I settle on the couch ready for The Simpsons to come on and I pick Mischa up for a good ole scratch and cuddle.

Regan gets home from work soon after, and we catch up on our days and start to wind down. Usually, I'll get out a notebook and start to write down where I need to go over the weekend.

Dinner's ready within no time, and I'm happily munching away and fending off Mischa from munching on my dinner too. I like to cook a real dinner and share it with my family, so you'll often find me arranging the plates carefully only to destroy it in one swoop when we eat.

After our meal, we leave the plates to soak in the sink and I get onto the laptop to check the day's emails and catch up on some sordid gossip that I love so much.

This is the point of the night where I think how cool Firday at 6pm is, cool enough to dedicate a whole post about it ;)