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Friday. Such a wondrous word. Code for ‘in a few more hours I won’t have to adult’. Shorthand for ‘the weekend starts here’. Ah… ‘weekend’ a universally appreciated concept. Unless you work in retail. Roughly translated; ditch the tie, don’t take the commute. Breathe. Play. Be yourself, not a corporate entity. Stay up late; get up much, much later – nursing the obligatory hangover. Then enjoy a leisurely full English brunch when the stomach’s finally forgiven you. Football in the afternoon. Clubbing in the evening… rinse, repeat, repent. Friday. Light of my life, hi-light of the week-
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