I must not waste the weekend. I must not waste the weekend. I must not waste the weekend.
The reason I’m repeating this is because, from Saturday afternoon until late Sunday evening I have the place to myself.
And the footie season is starting.
And I have a list of things that need done around the house (yeah, one of THOSE lists).
Not to mention my own lists of things I’d like to get done, one of which is to formulate a plan on how to start a social media/community driven website for an organisation.
I’ve already pondered a day of lounging around on the sofa, drinking coffee, eating pizza and chocolate hobnobs and varying my viewing between said sport and whatever silly big blockbuster action movie I happen across.
Where as what I should be doing is, for example, sanding down the bannisters, or painting that section of the living room that got a little ‘cat damaged’ when we first got Oll-E.
So.
Say it with me!
I must not waste the weekend. I must not waste the weekend. I must not waste the weekend.