How on EARTH did it get to 8.30pm on a Sunday night so quickly? Lemme see…
Saturday morning, in Glasgow by 9.30, breakfast, then haberdashery, Debenhams, Toys R Us, Asda, Dumbarton. Lunch in the Abbotsford. Check holiday details with sister-in-law, get mortgage papers signed and witnessed. Meet up with my parents. Out for dinner to new Bar Buddha. Asda again on way home. Bed at 11.45pm.
Sunday morning, get up, leisurely breakfast. Drop Louise at friends for baby shower/nightout. Start fireplace, measure, measure, cut, think, measure, cut, think again, measure, cut, compare, measure, cut, glue, nail, cut. Check clock. 8pm. Stop for dinner. What happened to lunch?
No wonder I’m so knackered on Monday mornings. The thought of having to go into work… isn’t one I need to entertain as I’ve got tomorrow off. Now where’s that nice Zinfandel I bought?
