I had a great weekend, I hope you all did. It was a real ripper. Put all the superlatives for 'fun', 'relaxing' and 'social' in one place, pile on some frosting and sprinkles, juggle it all by a (not scary) clown - and that's how much fun it was.
I knitted. I shopped. I discovered the kindness of strangers, when someone handed in my accidentally dropped ATM card at the train station. I went to a fabulous 1st birthday party. I went to a pub knitting "Stitch 'n' Bitch' at my local pub, and met a great bunch of people under a giant Frangipani tree. The sun came out. It rained a bit. I had some 'down time'. I slept.
It was positively grand. You?
[Updated: I almost completely forgot to mention that I started with the other prerequesite for a good weekend - a hangover. Thanks in part to Graeme and James on Friday night, and the tricksy deliciousness of beer. Good times.]