It’s Friday.
The end of another working week and I have been promising myself a treat for when I get in… when I get in and change from work clothes into my jeans and a jumper.
….. for when I go upstairs and lounge on the sofa with my feet up.
I can picture it now. I can imagine the comfort of putting my tired feet up…. and I can see, in my mind’s eye
I have a bottle of my favourite gin, Tanqueray and some Fever Tree Tonic and a lemon that is just asking to be sliced….
I’d like to think I lived an elegant lifestyle with cocktails at 6… but the truth of the matter is, I will be sitting, not in an elegant cocktail dress, with a cigarette in a long, slender holder, looking impossibly elegant and oh-so-well groomed, making light and amusing conversation, no, I will instead be wearing old and faded jeans, warm socks and a rather happily smug expression….
The glass will, however, still have 1 measure of Tanqueray to 3 measures of tonic, over lots of ice and a slice of lemon.
The glass will still bead with condensation and the ice will still clink in that lovely way…
Cheers!
I deserve it…. and so, maybe do you.
Welcome to the weekend.