Some weekends just drift by aimlessly and when Monday beckons and colleagues ask what you got up to, your mind draws a blank. In my case even if I could remember any real detail ( and alas these days memory loss not due to Bacchanalian excess ) it is likely to be so pedestrian that I choose to say “nothing much” to avoid that awkward ‘eyes glazing over’ effect.
My weekend tales definitely fit into the ‘cool story bro’ category.
But I love my weekends, punctuated as they are by Saturday and Sunday morning runs, watching my daughter play hockey, spending too much time reading weekend papers, doing a bit of cooking, listening to the crazies on Radio 4 ‘Any answers?’, watching rubbish TV , faffing about on Twitter, Facebook etc.
It’s a pretty packed schedule fitting it all in.
But every now and again I have a weekend where come Sunday evening I reckon I have really made the most of my two days away from the hamster wheel.
In the spirit of showing off show and tell – this weekend I ran 11.78 miles, made our Christmas cake, cleared out the baking cupboard of its’ out of date dried fruits ( not that these 2 tasks are in any way related ! ) and made winter seed cakes for the birds.
This is the closest I am likely to get to my inner Domestic goddess, and so I am basking in the smug glow of accomplishment whilst sipping a winter kir ( made from home made Cassis of course ) and looking forward to Monday.
Cheers !
