Wibbly wobblers: the weekend was cobblers

Early morning on the flats is wonderful, you are full of expectation - which doesn't happen.  You wander around some more thinking something must happen, it doesn't. Hours later your heartily sick of the rest of the human race (especially Maltese gunmen) and that's it: back to work thinking about the following weekend and how it will be better, when it wont. Aaah the week days, less is more and all that!