Living For the Weekends

Not been blogging at all recently, and there is a perfectly good reason for that. Nothing special has happened, but nothing bad either which is a pretty good recipe for a stable lifestyle. All I've been doing is working my hours in the week, and living it up at the weekends, and that lifestyle suits me just fine.

People go on about "doing damage to yourself" by drinking too much, and maybe they're right, but I don't care. Sounds bad and ... Illogical, I know, but I know so many people who wish they had made the most of their younger years, and that is what I am trying to do, within my means. Friday night and last night were as good as ever, dancing away to songs in the Barley surrounded by friends, old and new, and I love doing that. I look forward to every weekend because of it. I can't imagine being that person who sits in with a takeaway watching The X Factor every Saturday night. That's not me.

One other notable pattern is also the amount of e-mails I am getting from Australia. Yep. Those people. Sending insults and threats via e-mail and Facebook, as if they have any power at all from 10,000 miles away. A few years ago, I'd have been perturbed by such words. Now, I can laugh. All that is past me and I'm prepared for what lays ahead.

I do have to face more and more of people judging me for my weekend lifestyle however. This picture doesn't help:

                 How cool is this though?