At what point is the weekend over? and why do I start wishing it was Friday afternoon before the weekend is even out?
I am feeling rather gloomy this afternoon. The sun is shining and I am stuck indoors having had the mad idea that it would be clever to do some batch cooking today. I thought it quite amusing this morning that it was only 7am and I was chopping carrots!! Its not so funny now when I actually quite fancy going for a nice walk or sitting in a pub garden with a nice chilled glass of something.
I felt rather under the weather yesterday so did not very much but I was intrigued and amused to note a post on facebook from a friend who commented that she had got home from her friday night out at 6.30am! Yesterday I got up at 5am so I found it funny that I had been to sleep and got up before she had even gone to bed. It must have been a good night!
I'm also feeling sad today because there are never enough weekend hours to fit everything in. I have managed some of my housework this weekend and I have also cleaned my oven door (a novelty!) but my cross stitch, well I managed about 20 stitches at about 10pm last night before I decided bed was the only cure for my grumpiness!
There is next weekend though and as I have nothing planned, I suspect I shall wile away the hours doing not very much and finding myself scratching my head and wondering where its gone this time next week!