I had a pretty quiet weekend this past weekend, hung out at home for some of it and spent the rest of it knitting up a storm. (Actually, that's a pretty usefull metaphor because for a fair sized part of the weekend thunder crashed and lighting, well, lit I guess.)
Saturday was fairly mild and sunny, and I pottered around Newtown before heading off in the afternoon to the "Sydney Sity Klickers" knitting group at cafe Barmuda. There was quite a large bunch of us this time around, about 14 or so. James had rung me in the morning to see if I wanted to go along to the Surry Hills Festival, but I had already committed myself to going to the cafe by then. The past week has been pretty stressfull with all the medical stuff, and the consequent drain on fiscal resources, so I stayed home on Saturday night, watched the teev, knitted and tried to pretend my neighbour's weren't having a party. Le sigh. I dunno, tsk, young people.
Sunday was rainy and stormy pretty much all day, and I wasn't sure whether anyone would bother to come long to knitting at the pub in the afternoon. Outdoors at the pub that is. So I sent Bex a text message and confirmed that she was still going. Nor rain, hail or sleet apparently. Atta girl! It stopped being rainy for the couple of hours that we were there, and Cecilia and Frances showed up to join us too. We are officially hardcore knitters. I think there might even be a badge or something.
So that's my weekend. Sunday night I did the usual Sunday night chillax-for-tomorrow-is-hateful-Monday stuff. It may not sound noteworthy but it was relaxing, inexpensive, productive (on the knitting front) and full of time spent with friends. Not bad for a rainy Autumn weekend.