That Friday feeling.

It’s got deep psychological associations with the patterns of a traditional nine to five working week. And before that the 9 to 3.30 school week. Friday marks the beginning of the end of doing what we are obliged or have been coerced into doing. And the beginning of two whole days of doing whatever the hell we like.

Yay!

There is a Facebook page deep in outer space, where it is possible to witness ageing songwriters, people like me who very few people have heard of, become bitter and disillusioned.

They have been confronted yet again with the possibility that a GREAT song they have written may never achieve the stratospheric levels of attention that it DESERVES.

They will probably never get the chance to spend Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday being a FULL TIME musicky person.

STUCK with making music purely for love. Just something for the weekend .

What poor, unfortunate souls.

Is there a cure for this particular sickness?

Well yes. Yes, there is.

Granny called it “Count Your Blessings”.