My laptop was at the doctor's all weekend, and it was nice. 3 days with no pressure to check emails and surf aimlessly for hours and hours of wasted time. I went for a walk, I had a damn fine (and huge) Paradiso lunch. I read my book (nearly finished) - Persian Fire by Tom Holland, read it (or don't, whatever). I mourned Born Ruffians' Cyprus Ave cancellation and drowned my sorrows with Beamish & one solitary member of the Willard Grant Conspiracy - a low-key evening, ending with a chill and an early night.
Slept and read for most of Sunday, and to hell with the sunshine! Rounded off with a couple of bottles of Prosecco and some Scrabble with friends. Won one game, came second in the next. Went to bed squiffy and (moderately) happy. It depresses me that I get so happy about two measly days out of seven. Working for a living, hmmm...there's got to be another way, surely?
Ideas on a postcard...
Slept and read for most of Sunday, and to hell with the sunshine! Rounded off with a couple of bottles of Prosecco and some Scrabble with friends. Won one game, came second in the next. Went to bed squiffy and (moderately) happy. It depresses me that I get so happy about two measly days out of seven. Working for a living, hmmm...there's got to be another way, surely?
Ideas on a postcard...