Many years ago when I worked in the city Friday meant 6pm in some smoky bar. Discussions at the coffee machine on where to meet, who was going and who importantly was getting the first round in. Quick nip into the office toilets Makeup layered on more makeup, a spray of perfume and you were ready for a large white pinot and a Marlboro Light. There was an excitement about Friday an anticipation you could feel the energy. I didn’t meet my husband till i was 28 so being a free agent meant you never knew how the weekend would pan out. I was driven, and ambitious I worked hard but played harder. Fridays could inevitably end up messy. Particularly with Happy Hour. This normally consisted of buy 1 bottle of shit wine and get another 1 free. A headache in a bottle. We would discuss work (of course) chat, laugh tell stories, make plans and obviously get louder and louder as the pinot worked its magic. And laugh oh how we would laugh. Proper belly laughs that brought tears to your eyes. We knew that perhaps another bottle wasn’t the best idea but we didn’t care though we were young, hangovers were our norm. I still marvel at my ability back then to bounce back after a skin full and no sleep. You never knew where the night would take you or where or who with you would end up. It was so much fun. So I loved Fridays once I was in that bar, no cares no responsibilities just living in the moment. Just like the girl in the fishnets behind us in the photo………