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The weekend is almost here and I swear I could not be happier about that. I woke up this morning thinking, ‘Hello Friday. I’ve been waiting for you since Sunday night.’ How great. A whole Saturday and Sunday to do nothing and something. It’s going to be be good. I’m home alone this weekend and that means ‘Emmatime’. Emmatime usually equates to baking stuff, sleeping, making stuff, blogging, looking at stuff I can’t afford, watching films I can’t watch when Maffews is home, and wearing my new bunny suit. (Yes, bunny suit, weird but amazing.) Come on, one last push, and we’ll be there, at the end of the working day. It’s never felt so close.

So says Mr Chuck Palahniuk and I agree and also disagree. I mostly ask people so they’ll talk and I won’t have to, and because it’s something to cut into the silence when you’re in a lift with a colleague on Monday morning and there’s nothing else to say. Man, that lift can feel so cold. And I hate the word colleague.

The weekend is here and it brings good times with my cousin. Today we shoot off to Borough Market to hang, hopefully drink Monmouth Coffee, look at nice food and then chow down at The Garrison. It’s going to be good – the sun is shining, the D70 will come along and many words will be spoken.

Sunday got an injection of free excitement jacked into it by a sweet win from Girl Meets Dress, Janey B and I will be hitting Somerset House and London Fashion Weekend for designer discounts and maybe a glass of champagne.

Hello pretty weekend, you have given me something to talk about when the cold Monday morning casts it’s too bright light into my still-stuck-in-the-weekend eyes.

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