"Weekend is upon us once more. Despite having been retired for many years now, one might think that being at home from work every day would make one day significantly no different than any other day; but they'd be gravely wrong to think so. I retired at the early age of 53 years, and can honestly say that the two emotions I've never experienced have been 'boredom' or 'depression'. For one thing, I have so many things to do that I wouldn't have time to be bored if I wanted to; and as for depression, I pretty well guess that I'm just too selfish a person to ever become depressed as I love being happy too much to ever give it up for something else wholly unhealthy and unhelpful.
And yet, I love Fridays. It is the day when Sheila and I go ten-pin bowling. She invariably wins these days, but it makes me feel so good to see my wife so happy. Fridays are pleasurable beyond imagination. It is as though I receive advance permission from the Irish 'little people' to sleep in on a Saturday morning and not feel guilty for having done so! Yippee! Thank God it's Friday and I can lie in tomorrow with my sweet lady and not feel bad about such wanton idleness. Thank God it's Friday again as I eat my nourishing porridge yet know that the next day is the one day of the week when I will treat myself to a hearty breakfast of nourishing porridge......and....bacon, eggs, mushrooms, beans, pork sausages, toast and jam! And because our dog, 'Lady' always gets her Saturday morning treat of my sausage and bacon-ends along with a decent portion of my egg white, even she has a built-in canine calender that tells her when Saturday arrives. Perhaps it's the happy look of gastronomic delight on my face as I wake up in bed; or perhaps it might also be the expectation of the interminable romantic in me?" William Forde: August 16th, 2013.