Getting to Friday night is a milestone.

A chance to exhale. A chance to decompress.

The moment when many a working person knows their money is safely and honourably earned for the week.

Their health intact, their family fed.

The beginnings of more lines on their face.


It sounds too middle class, too dull,

But like a diamond sitting on a plastic spoon,

It’s a bald fact and a thing of rare and quiet beauty.

Bring on the weekend. The chance to connect with friends.

A chance to let the diamond melt through the spoon.

Until Monday next.