Three Ducks In A Row...

A beautiful end to a gentle Friday.

That feeling of a Friday evening is priceless. A precursor to the weekend and chance to slip into weekend mode with the same ease as donning a pair of sweats. Comfort and ease being treasured facets of a Friday evening.

Fridays are also a chance to veer from the staidness of routine kitchen classics. It is a night were all bets are off and food might consist of pizza, spaghetti or a bag of crisps although often sanity returns and leftovers are used up. Fridays are an institution of relaxation.

It is also a night were bedtimes are vague. No work on Saturday makes it much easier to get drawn into the endless series loop created by Netflix. A curse and blessing all in one! Eventually, when Bob has galloped ahead with episodes that I only view subconsciously, he calls us all to bed.

Mausi and I usually fall out of epic in front of television dreams but still manage to migrate to the bedroom, a room sans TV. Well, last night it couldn't have been more precious. Just on the off chance that her highness will sleep in our bed, I have put a plump pillow between Bob and mine and for the moment Mausi has chosen this as her lair.

So, when the lights went out it took us a few minutes to settle but in the end all three of us lay with our heads in a row...two were snoring in unison ( remember who is telling the tale and anyway, women do not snore ) and it showed me how much our cat is a part of us and how very intelligent cats are because clearly she thinks she is human...

Biggi