I go home this weekend for the first time in four weeks. At the moment I’m knackered, and definitely have that Friday afternoon lethargy. It’s been a productive week, and I’ve managed to write over 3000 words. Also, I went to an exhibition in the gallery last night about the artists relationship with others. It reminded me of mine, and I could do with exploring some of the issues he brought up. But now, I’m just waiting for Mark Kermode – who, incidentally, is referenced in a text I’m using for my thesis – to come onto the radio. He is now part of my Friday afternoon wind-down routine. Just want to slump down in front of the Simpsons.