Hey chickens! I hope everyone reading this had a nice weekend, or if you're in the Northern Hemisphere, well, score! because it's only Sunday.
I had a fairly quiet weekend, which had been right at the top of my agenda marked Plans For The Weekend. I spent a lot of Saturday doing housework with the stereo set to LOUD, the big jobs like thoroughly cleaning the bathroom, which I must admit had been at the bottom of my agenda. Hey, neccessary evil right? And evil must be held at bay.
I caught up on some sweet blessed sleep, did heaps of laundry, packed up some clothes to give to charity. (In all honesty I'm never going to wear that party boy black lace shirt again, now matter how hard I wish to be twenty-something.) Not rivetting material for a blog post, but satisfying on a personal level.
Yesterday was gloriously bright, warm and sunny so I went off to knitting at The Courthouse Hotel with a pep in my step. The beer garden was packed, but I finally scored a nice large table. Ever seen that episode of Seinfeld where Elaine tries to keep a row of seats at the cinema? Growing increasingly frantic with every person she has to say "these seats are taken!" to? Well, pretty much. I always did kind of relate to Elaine the most on that show anyway.
So, after 45 minutes of that and not another knitter in sight I decided it was officially Not Happening, and went for a walk in the sun instead. About an hour later I ran into my old friend Brendan, who I've known for nearly 30 years now, and his partner Grant. A coffee, and then two beers, later and I headed home having rescued the afternoon. Nice. A bit of early evening tv and then into bed at 9.30 to read and have an early night.
Monday just always rolls around too soon.