It’s Friday again and it’s been a busy week. Little Joe, youngest sprat, caught Lyme’s disease from a tick while mini-beast-safari-ing in the wilds of the North. Joe is recovering but the tick met with an unpleasant end at the hands of MM.

I’ve also been mixing it with the other half (or perhaps that should be five per cent) on a counselling course. Methinks that some of them could do with a little grounding in the real world – but hey, thank goodness my life’s not as vacuous as some. It seems money or position does not buy happiness or contentment. And in some cases, even a splash of humility …

It’s slow work writing this today. I’m sober but with violent hiccups! I keep adding unwanted extra letters on the end of words. Time to leave you to your Friday, while I carry on with mine. Hic.

I hope the sun is shining where you are.

Mrs Mackerel

What else could we offer as a TFI tune other than a tune from the accomplished Deer Tick! Ashamed opens with the line, “I am the boy your mother wanted you to meet…” – something that MM kept telling me a long time ago. A well fishy line for a Friday.