Fridays, as is the case for many people, are always pretty good. It's the only day of the week where I truly have to do no work. There's one lesson to go to first thing, then, the day is mine - work can wait until the weekend.
This doesn't mean anything goes on though. In fact, I had to get a picture of a friend of mine, hopefully suitably blurred, in a staged position with some 1940's murderer gloves on. Not his idea I hasten to add, looking at it now, I wish it wasn't mine either...

