Friday night ...

Before getting in the car I had a fag on the roof of the building, as i often do, watching the shuffling lines of commuters at Oxford Road station, probably a lot of them are glad the week is over, but are already wishing the weekend wasn't so short.

At what point did all of our lives become ruled by work (unless you are very rich & dont have to work- in which case sod off i dont want to know). I love my work but its still 5 days a week, often 50 hours or more, 40+ years of our lives.

Our 'small farm self sufficiency within ten years' plan/dream looks more & more attractive all the time :)


edit: some folks seem to have missed the bit where i say i love my job, this isnt a moan... more an observation ;)