It’s the weekend, and it’s getting late, and I’ve finally found time to write. I almost missed the boat today, and I imagine I’ll find it hard again tomorrow. The weekends are tough – there’s just too much to do. Today we went to the butcher, the grocer, bought some curtaining material, went to a cookware shop, and the nursery. And that was all before midday. Then we shifted about a cubic metre of mulch, had a visitor (who appears to be ashamed to admit it), went to pick up a mattress, bought some booze and cleaned up the house. All the while we were beholden to the HardMan and his moods. For our evening of fun, I have made some tasty bruschetta, pesto fettucini, and drunk half a bottle of wine (yay!).
I ‘m currently listening to Mrs. Gizo and the Vett-star discussing blue rinse sets, future grandmothers, and Young Christian Death Metal groups.
Just waiting for the start of the Australia v. England rugby (league) game, because despite my sensitivity and general feyness; I actually like, maybe even Love, sport.