Today is Friday, which speaks for itself. When you get up today, you might feel a slight tickle in the back of the throat. That’s the premonition of laughter, later to come. As you walk to the bus or the car (or the scooter, or the train), you’ll almost trip over your tricky feet – that’s because they are getting ahead of themselves, following the beat of music as yet unheard. And when you cross the threshold of your office building, you’ll catch your eyes on a glint, a flash, a slither and shimmer, and you’ll practically feel the sequins slither against your skin. You’re the queen of the night, and it’s only 9.00 am.
