It’s Sunday afternoon here which means that my 4 day weekend is coming to an end.
Yep. Not getting a lot of sympathy for that am I?
I’m only working 3 days this year. Monday to Wednesday.
I have more time for me.
(But I still dread Monday.)
This weekend I stayed at a hotel and slept in a big bed with the softest sheets.
On Friday night I drank a hot chocolate with a double shot of espresso and felt violently ill during a fantastic play detailing the life of Etta James.
I did not vomit in my handbag as I feared so that’s a win for everyone right there.
I’ve had many naps which is a sure sign of a successful weekend.
I’ve finished one book and I’ve started another.
Summer has come back and the washing basket is empty.
It is with much sadness that I announce that I am at a stage in my life where an empty washing basket brings me much joy.
This is more like a super boring diary entry than a blog post that changes the lives of millions but I guess that’s me.
I have only a few friends that I interact with on a regular basis and I don’t think anything I’m doing will change the world anytime soon.
And that’s probably a good thing.
Who needs that sort of pressure.
This is me. Leading my ordinary life. A life revolving around eating too much chocolate and making the most of the good washing days.
Same, same and very rarely different but mine. x