Day 5 - 5pm today

5pm is when the fun begins. 

Not that I don’t enjoy my work. I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t fun, but it’s hard, quite selfless work at times, and 5pm is when it’s all about me. A little psychological signal that it's time to switch off.

I usually leave work between 4 and 5pm, depending what I want to get done, but I leave at 4pm at least three days a week, if I’m brutally honest. Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, typically.

It’s only a 25 minute drive, so by 5pm I am definitely always home, and @superlative gets home about quarter past. Therefore:

5PM IS COCKTAIL HOUR.

He likes it (and me too actually), when he arrives home and I hand him a martini as he walks into the room. I have usually started dinner, so the music is on, the cocktails are made, and I am sipping away, chopping the fennel or grating the parmesan or whatever.

I don't drink to forget.
That's just a happy coincidence.

Our home is a little oasis of calm by the sea. People ask me about my home life, and the word I always go to is serene. It’s quiet and tasteful and pleasant and calm and sponsored by Absolut.

We have an untroubled life, and 5pm is when I really start to realise this, and appreciate how lucky we are. We’re like a modern day Margot and Jerry Leadbetter. Only we don’t drink tonic.

Of course, today being a bank holiday, we are off schedule somewhat.

Cocktail Hour started at 1.30.