Who loves Fridays?

I do!

I've been a Thursday's child for nigh on 30 years now, but I'm starting to come around to Fridays. Why?

It's true. They're dreary and cold. Fridays are sad because you are looking at a long weekend with nothing to do until you get to go back to work on a bright Monday morning so far away. Barf.

But I love Fridays for one simple reason: playing at the pub. Yay! I'm off to fiddle at the pub. Who could ask for more?

Well there is my Christmas pup with his wet, wintry nose...