Friday seemed to be a good day for most people. It was a bank holiday, it didn't rain as much as it was meant to, and some rich people got married on the telly. We started the day with a triple double yolker. You know you're on to a winner when you crack three double yolkers in a row into the frying pan.
We thought it couldn't get any better, but we walked into town later and saw a man taking his dog for a walk. On his shoulders.
Or maybe the dog was walking the man. Either way, when you add the triple double yolker to the lack of rain and the rich people people getting married, and then throw in a shoulder riding dog, it's hard not to judge Friday a roaring success.