The weekend. More difficult than expected. For these two days, the employed enjoy freedom - the trump card of the potentially redundant - on equal terms. The nail in the psychological coffin being that those with jobs can drop more cash.
It was nice to be bought a few pints though, and see that your mates are good lads. It was nice to be taken out for lunch by my dad, and discuss excellent ideas for web start-ups. It was nice to read Le Petit Prince to my daughter, and stop thinking like such a boring grown-up. It was nice to have offers of work coming in and a full diary for the week ahead. Happy weekend.
