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That Friday Feeling ...
When I grew up I can remember something special about Fridays.
For my mother it seemed to be the start of two days off, something special to mark in the long procession of one day to another.
Somewhere along the way we seem to have lost that specialness about Fridays. In part I guess that’s the end of boy’s night but also the fact that I seem to have been waiting for most of the summer for an evening to sit out or a weekend to walk in a forest.
Those days, like a lot of other things, are over and it’s time to move on and make our own traditions.
