I’m so, so glad that it’s Friday. There’s a million things I’d like to do this weekend, but the most important thing is not to work. I won’t even think about work (she said knowing full well that she can never ever forget work, ever, and will be a prisoner forever – *the sound of doom echoing in the background*). I will dance, and maybe see a film, perhaps run, hopefully but not probably buy a cardigan for winter…oh, and obsess about a colleague who doesn’t realise what a brilliant catch I would be. They rarely do. Then again, maybe he’s not hunting for anything. Hi ho.