But what does Friday actually mean to fifty-somethings with elderly in-laws ensconced in the good room?
A body spends the whole working week looking forward to Friday. Why? I get home. I look at the sink full of dirty dishes. I see the overflowing laundry basket for Friday is Pearlie’s ‘
The weekend. It’s really just a catching up with the housework time for me.
You know something? I hate sharing my life with Bert’s mother.
And if I wasn’t three-quarters on the road to being pissed I might elaborate on that.