A Friday Night Tipple

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Even in retirement there are some things which do not change. Of these the most important remains my Friday evening glass of wine. 

How else would I now know that the weekend has arrived?


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Debra Journet said…
We were just talking about how important it is to keep up the idea of a "weekend" (cf. Downton Abbey), I.e., not to let all days feel the same. Though I am not sure a glass of wine would be sufficient for me. (I tend to drink on week days as well ; )
27 February 2015 at 22:14
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