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Friday at 6pm, if I have nothing planned for the night, I’m at my most relaxed.<\/p>\n

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. <\/p>\n

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

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

Dinner<\/a>‘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. <\/p>\n

After our meal, we leave the plates to soak in the sink and I get onto the laptop<\/a> to check the day’s emails and catch up on some sordid gossip that I love so much. <\/p>\n

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 \ud83d\ude09 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"