At the end of Saturday, when you realise you’ve completely wasted yet another holiday by sitting at home, you still take solace in the fact that you have another day to make up for it. And that’s the best thing about a 2 day weekend.
This is her, sitting on the 4th floor, on a Sunday morning, with a cuppa tea that I made. And me? I drank my tea and went off to scramble some eggs.