Not being one who works conventionally, I don't normally phew with relief at Friday. Apart from the family being mostly home all day on a weekend, I still potter about doing my artwork, website work, writing articles, planning to write novels and reading. But today, Oh I am glad it's Friday.
I'm not sure why. There are only three weeks of school to go til the end of term ... (we're back to school mid August, so don't go thinking we get three months break!) and I must confess I could do without the 5.45am starts to the day.
I was out last night, which might account for my lethargy. I went to see Sex and the City. I never watched the series *winces at the gasps of disbelief* but it was too good an invite to miss. The British Club in Bangkok had hired a VIP cinema to host a women only viewing of the movie (a couple of men did sneak in; nobody stoned them for being there, but Husband would have killed me for taking him along to it. Pah, no danger of that, this was a Girls Night Out.) The British Club hired the cinema, and then to make up the numbers invited the British Women's Group and the American Women's Group to attend. A glass of wine, a radioactive looking soft drink and rather splendid canapes were served, then coke and popcorn during the movie. The cinema seats recline: feet up and back ... well, back. And you get a blanket, which was just as well because the aircon was blowing a proper gale of about minus something.
I was at the British Club itself earlier in the day for a committee meeting and I managed to wangle an article in their magazine, Outpost, providing it's not too promotional, about my Andaman Discoveries trip - see November 07 for posts about this. However, the deadline is Tuesday! Aaagh. We never heard anything back from the Bangkok Post about my rewritten article, so I'm going to get going on finding somewhere else for that. Now that it's
Anyway, so there I am: glad it's friday.