Weekends, specifically:
Friday, 5pm when I can happily say "Fuck work!" for a whole 64 hours.
Waking up second on a weekend morning and smelling fresh coffee knowing all I have to do is meander downstairs and pour it.
Getting back into the MX5 having had to drive the Civic on Friday so I can do the school runs. It's like pulling on a favourite pair of sneakers.
Plus beer, sex, cooking a great meal, eating same, beer, bacon, sunny days, the smell of fresh cut grass, whiskers on kittens, a good belly laugh......
When you start to look at life this way it doesn't seem half as depressing.
Oh, and did I happen to mention
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